A Poem about Things we love By Esther, Kisanet, Pat & Rachel

I love the feel of the sun’s heat.

I love the sound of the leaves when the wind is crossing by.

I love the smell of the green grassy ground after rain.

I love when a book is written in Chinese because I can read faster.

It’s closer to my soul.

I love feeling peace when I am floating on the sea.

I love bookshops which have a coffee corner that smells of coffee.

I love the sound of the birds in the morning and the cockerel and the hens when they wake us up and dogs.

But what I love most is how I can sense those things and feel alive.

(image by Esther)