another day And yet, another day, falls. As a leaf drops from a branch of a tree, the day falls from the tree, called, life. The day is no longer green, but brown. All life, taken. The day is spent, no longer free, to enjoy, shining sunlight, beautiful birds, whistling wind, renewing rain. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤
"Always be a poet, even in prose." ~ Charles Baudelaire