Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out! Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, d...

This poem is about the writer writing about the different seasons. This poem is about the writer writing about the different seasons.

That rainy evening; that lazy morning Let's cuddle and snuggle and stop that yawning That rainy evening; that lazy morning Let's cuddle and snuggle and stop that ...

I can hear trees drinking water. I can listen to the roaring of shower I can hear trees drinking water. I can listen to the roaring of shower

Feel the sunshine... Feel the sunshine...