Sun-kissed petals fall like rain, Dancing on the breeze, While golden sunlight bathes the lane And stirs the honeybees.
The meadow sings a song so sweet, With flowers in a row, Nature’s beauty at my feet, In the gentle glow.
- Lillian B Miller
Sun-kissed petals fall like rain, Dancing on the breeze, While golden sunlight bathes the lane And stirs the honeybees.
The meadow sings a song so sweet, With flowers in a row, Nature’s beauty at my feet, In the gentle glow.