sat on the roof
looked upon the lawn
grass not as green
as the weeds
flowers that had dropped
from the trees
no flaws at all
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
my tree
this was my tree
not yours
the one i would sit under
and discover
the one i would sit under
and cry
the one i would sit under
and wonder
when
when
when would you
sit beside