When I go outside

Another poem by my friend, Rebecca.

When I go outside I smell the clean pretty grass.

 

When I go outside I feel the wind in my hair.

 

When I go outside I can smell nature.

 

When I go outside I feel the bright sun light in my face.

 

When I go outside I smell the flowers.

 

When I step out that door I step into nature

Author's Note

Another poem by my dearest poet friend, Rebecca.

I have permission to post this by Rebecca.

Reviews

[StoryTailor]

Tell Rebecca that I found this to be very cute. Simple and to the point. And just... adorably sweet. ^^

[~Lizzy♬]

This was very well written. I could actually smell and see what she wrote inside my head. Well done! :)

~Lizzy~

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

i really enjoyed this poem...please tell your friend!!!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

So sweeet! :)

[paradise]

Ohhh tell ur friend I love this :D