Pluck me from my tree.
Carry me off to a distant land.
Be gentle though,
I break easy.
Drop me off somewhere warm?
Where the sun makes your skin
Glisten under its rays,
Where the wind carries the scent of
Field flowers through the air and all Anyone can hear is the crisp stream Slowly moving through the forrest.
Lay me down somewhere nice,
Would you?
Somewhere like that.
I wish I had a giant to carry me to idealistic places. I'd name him Frank.
ReplyDeleteLove the new color scheme! It contrasts well and adds a pop without looking tacky.
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sky