“Are the trees always like this?”
I think to myself
As a few trees are dressed
In leaves pink and red
Then as Springtime goes on
They fade back into green
A uniform hue
To set Summer’s scene
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
“Are the trees always like this?”
I think to myself
As a few trees are dressed
In leaves pink and red
Then as Springtime goes on
They fade back into green
A uniform hue
To set Summer’s scene