Rain.
Rain.By Louise E.
Rain is softly falling,
On the grass.
And the leaves.
The ticking sound,
Is meditation for my ears.
Somewhere in the nights air,
I hear an owl,
His hoe is loud and clear.
The wind moves the leaves gently,
As a cares.
Roots are being fed.
By the rain that sinks down into the dirt.
And helps the growth of mother earth.
Poetry by Louise 55
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Written on 2017-05-02 at 18:00
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