The Outdoors Are Calling Me

The outdoors are calling me
A call I can’t refuse
So I run out
And dash about
Whichever way I choose

The outdoors are calling me
Saying, “Come outside and play!”
So I play in the dirt
And listen to the birds
To every word they say

The outdoors are calling me
To come out and breathe fresh air
So I go and feel the breeze
Blowing through the trees
Oh, how I love it out there

The outdoors are calling me
They have called to me since old
They call to me
With the sky and the trees
I love the outdoors more than gold.

Faith Williams
Hi! I'm Faith. I am a thirteen-year-old girl who loves to write, especially fiction. I write many stories and poems. I usually have a moral or lesson behind my writings, for I hope these stories and poems, which God helped me to write, will glorify Him as I share them on this blog. Welcome to my blog and I hope you enjoy your stay!

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