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by T.P. Wilkinson / May 24th, 2020
Fresh leaves that in the river fall the sky and earth join Take the sun, rain, dust and tears bearing toil of many years Trees rooted in time Wait for flowers too Make smiles tender Bring fresh fruits to all.
This article was posted on Sunday, May 24th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.