PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I stand beneath the willow grove

And watch the sunlight play through the leaves

I lay in the sandy cove

And listen to the gentle lapping of the waves

I sit on the park bench

Bask in the Sun’s heat, feel my soothing heartbeat

I feel the oak tree’s bark

I know its age; it sends shivers to my feet

I stop and smell the roses

My brain is pleasured by the smell

With all the majesty God discloses,

Why risk Hell?