tritran
11-24-2008, 07:27 PM
Morning stroll,
The park, so calm;
Sun rise smears orange,
Morning, born to sip dews.
My bare feet,
A luminous shine,
Dancing on the ground
As crispy as sand grains.
Bluebells and daisies,
Early waking to welcome birds;
Lilies and tulips,
Illuminate the lands for the gardeners.
Each step I take,
The bees and butterflies hear,
They flood above the greens,
Dreaming to sniff succulent joy.
Morning stroll,
I, a blissful flautist,
Wander into the crimson light,
Feeling the heat of zen peacefulness.
The park, so calm;
Sun rise smears orange,
Morning, born to sip dews.
My bare feet,
A luminous shine,
Dancing on the ground
As crispy as sand grains.
Bluebells and daisies,
Early waking to welcome birds;
Lilies and tulips,
Illuminate the lands for the gardeners.
Each step I take,
The bees and butterflies hear,
They flood above the greens,
Dreaming to sniff succulent joy.
Morning stroll,
I, a blissful flautist,
Wander into the crimson light,
Feeling the heat of zen peacefulness.