Posted By: Pofarmer10
Nature poem - 11/29/22 02:28 AM
Nature
When the wind is blowing,
and the sky is showing,
Its beautiful blues,
with its wonderful hues.
And the farmers are sowing,
and the fields are growing,
with wonderful yield,
as it grows in the field.
When the wind is blowing,
and the sky is showing,
Its beautiful blues,
with its wonderful hues.
And the farmers are sowing,
and the fields are growing,
with wonderful yield,
as it grows in the field.