The day was perfect,
The trees were still,
The sun was setting,
And the warmth was just right.
Nobody knew that this was the last day you could roll in the mud,
The last day you would hear the crickets chirping,
The last day you would see the green needles sticking up from the ground
Nobody knew the sun wasn’t going to rise
Nobody thought any of those thoughts
Thoughts of the truth
Being a young poet, I would Love to hear your views on any of my poetry.
Thank you for reading!