Nature poem
By Smith P
Published 2 July 2024
I can see the bright green grass on the dirty ground.
I can hear the wind reflecting off the beautiful trees.
I can smell the fresh pink flowers.
I can touch the slick hard rocks on the shore.
Published 2 July 2024
I can see the bright green grass on the dirty ground.
I can hear the wind reflecting off the beautiful trees.
I can smell the fresh pink flowers.
I can touch the slick hard rocks on the shore.