Morning...

Love this one olwin. Short but beautiful, though I'm not usually good in the mornings haha

All the best, Em

Lovely little write, Olwin. It is lovely to wake up to the crispness of a fresh new day, isn't it? It doesn't matter what happened yesterday, nature somehow can wash it clean......and though this new day may too become "sullied"....there is always tomorrow.
All the very best and well written
Ben

The poem is short and simple.

But here is the cherry on top of the Sundae.

Its Ireland!

Imagine the Irish skies, green pastures, the dew resting upon the grass, now imagine walking bare feet on the moist grass, a pancake on the table, coffee, etc etc. If one has faith, than may be just may be they could encounter a leprechaun. Oh and we talk of heavens. Such irony.

You know, I might invade Ireland after all.

Very Nicely Penned!!!

So simple and sweet
Excellent