Poem 11, Poet rich kids, it is a new beautiful day, to smile and to be grateful 😊

 




A new day 


Chirping and singing of birds

Blooming and folding of flowers 

Busy bees on shaky leaves 

The sun gleaming and beaming 

Cheers to a new day 

Another God given chance

To live and breathe 

To smile and laugh

Mostly to find joy in the little things 

T.I Amadhila 

 

 

Comments

Gaddafi said…
Outstanding 🫡
June 18, 2024 at 12:53 AM
kid-on-poetrich said…
Thanks a lot for finding it that 😊
June 18, 2024 at 5:04 AM
Anonymous said…
Awwww 😍😍🌻
April 7, 2025 at 2:27 AM
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