

© willowdot21
Nature plays with us blurring lines.
Softening the edges she plays
Running down the seasons and days.
Moving through our lives changing times.
It’s madness no reason or rhymes.
Racking up to experience
The seasons change with decodence
It’s like they’re laughing tongue in cheek
At us lowly mortals so meek.
Nature’s law takes all presidence.
May 28, 2021 @ 14:46:36
Very nice, Willow.
May 28, 2021 @ 17:19:12
Thank you Robbie
May 28, 2021 @ 16:14:15
Great job, Sis! 💜
May 28, 2021 @ 16:43:53
So hard sis
May 28, 2021 @ 23:02:52
Nice job Willow
May 29, 2021 @ 06:02:48
Thank you Lauren, the Décima is always a challenge. 💜
May 29, 2021 @ 16:55:41
It is all in nature’s hands, isn’t it?
Lovely job of it!
May 29, 2021 @ 17:18:08
Thank you Dale, Nature always gets her way ☺️
May 29, 2021 @ 17:25:20
She does!
May 29, 2021 @ 17:26:28
💜💜
May 29, 2021 @ 17:28:37
🧡💞❤️🌻🧡
May 30, 2021 @ 11:16:49
So nice poem and photos 👌🌷
May 30, 2021 @ 13:36:39
Thank you 💜
May 30, 2021 @ 15:39:41
Most welcome 🙏
May 30, 2021 @ 14:28:14
💜