Journey Through My Memories

 

Light,

Sweet soft summer rays spill down through the trees,

The soft red path under my feet.

Joy,

To feel my friends presence by my side.

We walk to the swings.

I am happy here.

This is my home and I run through the park,

Climb the trees, boat the soft green murky waters,

Smile as I lay in the sun.

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Writing about nature is always something that tickles me to read, and I like this one the most so far. Maybe you should think about writing a book, a collection of poems, you know?