Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Nature

The rock stairs mockingly at me as we walk past.
The mountain snow evaporates as we talk.
The wind wispers secrets to me.
The leaves rustle as they brush past each other.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

the rock mocks you nice LOve iT

Athena said...

Hi nice poem I like it



,Athena.m.m.

Athena said...

Hi nice poem I like it



,Athena.m.m.