POETRY SURFS IN BETWEEN
Poetry surfs in between the trees
Houses floating above the leaves
Nature’s fans, lustrous in the breeze
Cooling air flushing down the sleeves
Birds perch on branches in their chirps
Humming melodies in feathered girths
Tranquility in sweet romantic mood
Sighs of relief in the wondrous woods
Free and easy, enchanted by nature
Gay and smily, contented in capture
Sit or swing, hang or jump, in pleasantry
Words weave the mind, chiming poetry
©Johnny J P Lee
6 April 2022
Photos Credit J. P. Lee













