Tag Archive | Grassland

What Made my Day?

It was the fresh grassland

The lush manicured leaves,

Which begged to be admired

The squirrel, which peeked

Behind a plump fruit

The velvety black horse,

Which nodded vigorously at me

The white rose buds,

Sucking the water and cold air

Perhaps it was you

Flashing your rare alluring smile my way