The Sky Smiles

I look up to the sky with thanks.

As the clouds flee from the sun,
I see a bird flying high above.

My family is very kind to me.
They say I have my grandpa’s smile.
They laugh when I tell a story.

I start to run through the cool breeze.
I speed pass the roses and lilies.
A swing is hanging from the maple.
When I turn around, I begin to laugh.

William Wayne Smith

I publish several poems weekly on Patreon for subscribers only.

Image: Sunlight Comes by M.G. Kafkas on flickr. (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

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