On Being Outside
by Aloyce Riziki
It the voices of birds chirping joyfully,
The sound of trees swaying gracefully,
The flow of creeks burbling gently,
That makes me appreciate nature’s rhapsody.
It the voices of birds chirping joyfully,
The sound of trees swaying gracefully,
The flow of creeks burbling gently,
That makes me appreciate nature’s rhapsody.