Like a Child, Young and Free
poem by:
Michael Wise
Written
on Apr 21, 2018
When the trees are pink and white and the flowers are in bloom there can be no thoughts of darkness in my mind there is no gloom How can I think of death when surrounded by new life? There is harmony in nature not a single sign of strife The air carries a freshness born from winter's slow retreat and the brown and hardened ground soft and green beneath my feet My soul is stirred to action like a child, young and free with the dancing of the flowers and new buds among the trees © Mike Wise 3/13/2016
Tags: Wishful, Love, Happy,
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Christopher Russon commented on Apr 21, 2018 at 9:51pm
Really enjoyed reading this poem Michael.
Michael Wise
commented on Apr 21, 2018 at 9:55pm
Many thanks, Chris!
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 11, 2019 at 4:19pm
Beautiful poem.....you have a special talent Michael........
