"oisily" poems
M ightily the sun shines,
E verywhere, flowers are blooming
A ll over, colours are changing
L akes are being filled with fishes
O ver the fields the critters are crawling
N oisily, the bees make sweet honey
E ating away at my soul.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC