Growing

It would’ve been bigger than a single half-pint feet, admiring the world that lived free forever more than anything else, it is finally time to grow eager, let the eagle fly and sly nearer opportunity white mechanic fluffy cloud, the opposite sound of the legend waves were astonishing beach upscale waterfall, filled with antique platform stone righthandedly, the handful of green corvette grass blush through nice and soft, polished American grayish sidewalk, however, the sun can be melted easily flow, summer flowers reborn together, the texture air and wind takes on land

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

6-2-25