It's Saturday afternoon, I sat on a wooden chair
As I look up, emerald leaves waltz through the air
A gentle wind touches my hair
I saw two birds fly, I can tell, they are a lovely pair

A cup of tea and a piece of cake
While overseeing a glimmering lake
Can hardly believe if this is true or fake
I'm just a human, Oh God, this is too much to take

In a while, the sky will turn into another art
Its overwhelming, hope it can fill my heart
For in this memory, I don't want to be apart
Tomorrow is a promise of a new fresh start

A simple house and a warm home
A small garden without a gnome
A quiet bedroom which I call my personal dome
A place where I write every single poem

© Psycheangel17