As the sun beats down, the grass emanates life within,
As the ants scurry absent of mind to my wonderings of their thoughts,
As the honey bees hum, clinging to the chimney stack,
They know not of my inquisitive mind to their beliefs
High above within the cloudless sky, three buzzards,
What fills their minds, what brings happiness to their beings?
As I sit, gaze and wonder
What do they think of me
Published by Hitting 50
I am mother of 3, 28yrs, 26yrs and 21yrs and wife to my lovely hubby. I am a qualified nurse, nurse lecturer, have a degree in English and History, practice alternative therapies and in final year of a Masters.
I am a spiritual person, have a quirky humour, shy to those who i don't know but a chatter box to those i do. LOve writing, crafts, my family, my dogs, parrot and cat :) Can live on an emotional roller coaster
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