by Nyamekye
Spring time I smell the air
Trees are blooming the wind is fair
beautiful roses everywhere.
Red, yellow, white, purple, pink too.
All the rose’s in full bloom.
They sit dew dropping to the floor
slowly falling like love to the ground
As I feel the petals soft like a
cloud as they tickle my nose I
hear my laughter. As I snap back
to reality I realize it was just a
day dream.
