A walk in the woods
Neighborhood pond - Photo credit Mrs. O I took a walk this morning. There was a nip in the air - nothing a light jacket could not handle. I turned one corner and rounded another, everywhere beauty called; In the flowers budding, the cardinals and robins singing, twirling around branches and twigs. I came to a pond. The sun gently gazed upon its surface, calm and peaceful. The sun turned to the trees and they glistened, their leaves shone like honey droplets, sweet and golden. ————————- What is it about the trees and the sun that makes artists turn to verse? 🤔