Just For You Poetry

Cotton, floating on the breeze,
falling, gently in the air;
against the canopy of trees,
in skies so blue and bare.
No clouds to mar the view,
just contrails passing by;
a morning that is new,
with scenes that make you sigh.
Like snowflakes sown in May,
they flutter to the ground;
the leaves in splendor sway,
but they do not make a sound.
The spores are fluffy, white,
they're dancing in the wind;
it's a spring-time magic sight,
around the pathway's bend.
Walks like these, are treasure,
to the mind and to the soul;
the ones we cannot measure,
but the ones that make us whole.

This is a very beautiful poem. I love how the cotton floats on the air in the spring like that. I also like the white petals that fall from certain trees. The white is so pretty against the green grass.

Beautiful poetry David and yes to enjoy the gifts of nature is priceless and does makes us whole as human beings

Loved this write spring is such a wonderful time winter passes and the buds of spring peep through it is a beautiful time of year. Really enjoyed