The roar of the waterfalls
Lifelessness of the green moss
Wind blown tress with bare branches
Golden paths of the fallen leaves.
Busy lives and fast flowing days
Sometimes weeks and months go by,
Finding time with each other
Exploring nature in our own ways.
Togetherness never felt so good.
Picnics and tea in flask
Children busy in their own ways
We try to understand one another.
From Aysgarth falls
To Buttermere in Lake District
Driving through small quaint villages
Having bake well tarts and coffee
Happiness is being with each other.
Beautiful poem and the picture is so quaint and resonates perfectly with your words!
Thank you so much
Beautiful poetry Sinharishika
Lovely words and the shot.
Glad you liked it, thankyou
Thank you so much
Warming poem; and I so agree with the last line.
LOVE THIS PICTURE AND EXPRESSIVE POEM!
Good job
Thank you so much
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Beautiful lines! 🙂💕yes happiness is being with each other! So emotional! Well shared 🙂💕🎉
Glad we all think similar 👌👌
Tress? I am sure you meant trees!
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