I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you. The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets. The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage. Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x
If I feel like writing about something that happened in my day, it will happen here :). Enjoy.