I told trees of your songs and they are jealous, When you drop, birds and the wild stop to listen, To hear you sing a melody from the long fall And watch you wash your garment on the rush below
Good morning from West Africa. It’s Friday and a bright new day. I wish I can throw a poetry (blog) party! I’m very grateful to all my followers. I see your comments, likes and suggestions. Honestly, I’m happy knowing you are out there. It means a lot to me, Imeela! Let’s do more.