Gratitude
Your handiwork pulls Oh! God,
each second towards you,
with perfection, the beauty,
melody of the life around.
How cleverly have you kept
the mist on the leaf top.
When the rain drops down
sweet music, tempts to dance.
Butterflies swirl around
green,yellow wish to touch.
The songs of birds makes me smile
takes me somewhere in a bliss.
takes me somewhere in a bliss.
Lush green paddy fields
laughing shooing in the breeze.
My heart goes out towards you
with so much love and gratitude.
4 comments:
I'm not a believer. But I must say that your poem reads like a beautiful hymn.
I am not a believer. But I must say that your poem reads like a beautiful hymn.
smiles....so much music of creation still flows in the world if we stop and listen...and your heart def has the right response....smiles.
Beatiful images within this poem! Especially the butterflies. Smile.
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