The house in the yellow daisies,
is captivated by breezy graces,
near a meadow very green.
Bluebirds flutter by in summer,
scarlet berry bushes to plunder,
where nature is queen.
Gold stars flash all springtime,
when crickets call for nighttime,
ending red butterfly scenes.
I am so glad this poem fulfilled a need, LeeAnn. Thank you so much for your encouragement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautifully crafted scenic depiction. All your poems about nature and her beauties are excellent only.5 stars full.