Penned by: Sakina S. Dossaji (kiwi)
28. 5. 2015
The soft grass rustled in the morn,
Petals wet with dew
Blossomed at dawn,
The curtain of sky drawn,
Revealing a pretty hue
Of pink and gold.
Gone with the wind,
Are the birds in flight,
Filled with hope
Wandering beyond sight.
Flows the water in ecstasy,
From waterfalls, brooks and springs,
Lotuses crowned in pink - floating,
The waves of the sea in a gentle melody.
Fills the heart with gratitude and warmth,
For the gift of yet another day,
To breathe and love
To see the beauty of yet another morn.
