Spring break

A little ditty I came up with, a bit more cheerful than my previous work

The gentle trickling of water;
Streaming,
Flowing,
Cascading down through the moss ridden rocks.
The rustle of leaves in the spring breeze, in which the scent of damp soil and fresh flowers are carried.
And the shrill birdsong echoes through the forest.

I am calm.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

A nice little ditty. I love the shrill of the birdsong echoing through the forest.