A gentle breeze strokes rippling fields, As clouds drift soft and free, The dance of life unfolds; In every petal, see.
Colors burst like laughter, In the fading twilight glow, Nature’s vibrant tapestry, In every gust, it grows.
- Lillian B Miller
A gentle breeze strokes rippling fields, As clouds drift soft and free, The dance of life unfolds; In every petal, see.
Colors burst like laughter, In the fading twilight glow, Nature’s vibrant tapestry, In every gust, it grows.