wagtail ty

X

There Will Come Soft Rains
by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

mouse ty

😊

xx

xx

Fm
Tyvm x

❤ BELLA & SOO ❤

xx

  ''♥️'  ⭐´¸.☀´¯`•.¸¸
Տթɾìղƙℓєs    '⭐    '' *´¨`