Monday, October 28, 2013

When the sky is so blue, when the day is so green,

When the sky is so blue,
When the day is so green,
Why are we so silent?
Why can't the wind us bear?
To faraway lands?
To the village fair?
Where afternoons come
Dressed as trees and ponds,
Where dreams fields sing
From sunlit scenes
Till the crimson evening,
Where laughters ripple
On the flowing stream,
Where white cloudlets arrive
Like paintings on our joyous minds.

No comments:

Post a Comment

In the name of Love *

In the name of Love, the passion which governs All things human and natural too I rise everyday to find how the glorious sun Brings beaut...