Under an Orange Tree

I live under an orange tree and next to a wheat field,

In my front yard is a pond with waterfalls and nice people.

We walk bare foot through the moist green grass, 

Not caring if we get where we are going first... or last.

We dance sing and play under the gold sun,

As time disappears, faster every day, ...so fun!!

Author's Note

Enjoy.And your thoughts and comments are welcomed

Reviews

[Michael]

I wish this was longer! I like the picture this draws in my mind.

[Mike]

i intend to write longer poems/storys. just beginning to write sorda, so i kept it short. thanks for the advice though maybe ill lengthen it. really appreciate the review!

[Michael]

No problem my man! I'm interested in reading the whole thing.