One, two, three.
See the tree in me.
Four, five, six.
I’m a mental mix.
Seven, eight, nine.
I’m really just fine.
Ten…
Wanna dance again?
7-2-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
One, two, three.
See the tree in me.
Four, five, six.
I’m a mental mix.
Seven, eight, nine.
I’m really just fine.
Ten…
Wanna dance again?
7-2-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire