when it rains, we forget the sun
and when it shines, we forget the rain
and when we admire the flowers
we think of their beauty
and never recall
their nurturers
when it rains, we forget the sun
and when it shines, we forget the rain
and when we admire the flowers
we think of their beauty
and never recall
their nurturers
Beautiful, T ❤
Thanks, Syl! ❤
You’re welcome, T!
Lovely. It’s raining here in England now, it makes me think there is a reason this is a green and pleasant land. I admire your poetry.
I heard you’ve had an unexpectedly hot summer. Glad it continues to be green and pleasant though. =)