They never fail to ignite a sense of happiness. |
Those little white flowers The day was hot, I mean yesterday, the night was muggy, last night. It cooled by dawn, the day rose bright with an orange sun, the way I love, my path paved with pure white flowers fluttering in the wind. My breathing measured, my spirit refreshed by the little white flowers shining like earth-born stars in stately splendor, rest on the thick green bush. Those little white flowers I pick to decorate and worship the lord glowing like gems in the semi dark dawn lend hope and delight to one more day. The song of cuckoo from the branches of an unknown tree in the distant forest thrills my heart awakening a dormant spring. Forever I am inspired by the quietude around the house, painting the color of peaceful life. Temple bells start ringing, alert me to get going, growing, changing and evolving time to learn, to know, to hold, to share. For, life says the voice, is a gift, a treasure chest of beauty, kindness, cheer and splendor. So come along my Love, we will yet travel the lanes of wonder and charm, discover vistas of inherent grace and grandeur in nature and in the world at large. There’s no room for gloom and fear, no time to ponder or grieve the past. Let’s enjoy the sunlight and wind on our faces, and celebrate the limitless love for each other and for everyone else. Lines: 33 Theme : Celebrations. Written for Kittiara’s Writing Contest Placed 3rd in the above contest. Thank you Kit. |