Leaves How my heart sings The leaves once rich and moist lie on the ground No longer needed, they turn red and brown View original postShare this:PrintEmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Greese the sun is low but shining with delight See the flock of geese as it takes flight Share this:PrintEmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
How my heart sings 