Morning
The early morning dew is fresh and clear;
It's perfume reminds me of someone dear,
Like lilies growing near.
With the grass and the trees so green;
It's like walking in a dream.
What a wonderland it seems;
These early morning, magic scenes.
By Irene Dorothy
It's perfume reminds me of someone dear,
Like lilies growing near.
With the grass and the trees so green;
It's like walking in a dream.
What a wonderland it seems;
These early morning, magic scenes.
By Irene Dorothy
♠ ♠ ♠
A poem I found that was written by my grandma a long time ago.I've never written a poem in my life! But I love my grandma, and her poem is perfection in my eyes :)
Rest in Peace Grandma. Always in our hearts. Xx