Mother Nature is coming. The skies have cleared The Bees are humming The sun has appeared. She traces her fingers along the flower buds
By Holly-anne Sait6 years ago in Poets
Would you like to play a game? I take that as a yes. Your one simple aim, Is guess what I am, more or less. Proceed. I sit in silence.
The breeze begins to quicken, it's sweet, cool breath, turning sour. A howl roars across the empty plains; one long, painful cry of anger and frustration.