Views

Views

I sit on the old bench that no one wants to sit on.

For they are to afraid of it.

I look below me and see a lake that is turning green, but a beautiful green.

To my right a see spring, a mountian that has trees with pink flowers getting ready to bloom.

I love the smell of spring rains.

To my left I see summer, a great big ocean telling me to come swim.

I look down and I see fall, a road with trees on both sides and eaves falling.

Making everything around it exquisitely beautiful, even though it's just a simple road.

When i look up can you guess what I see?

I see winter, a house covered in snow, and the smoke from the people burning wood.

Snow covering everything, the gates, and the trees in the background.

At night everything is still and the animals are sleeping.

I would rather see the night of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter instead of city lights any night.

These are the sights that take my breath away and will take yours away as well.

Come look at it with me.

Reviews

Such an remarkable read..

Well written.

[Eagle Cruagh]

The view is just as you suggest.
Incredible
Sweet and wonderful
Gold and --- oh,no, that`s your hair.
The poem is excellent, a joy.
---- John

[jennifer little]

lovely poem i liked it keep up the good work ....