Garden Sun
By Mila R
Published 9 June 2021
Shut the door,
Walk down the path.
Watch the trees,
Feel the grass.
Climb up my ladder,
Sit on a branch.
Sunlit leaves sway,
It’s my own little ranch!
The mountains look orange,
As the sun sets.
It feels so warm,
It blows out regrets.
Climbing down,
I love the feel.
Dreaming my dreams,
Though they seem so real.