|Mid Summer|
Let the sun kiss your green feathers
Gleaming joyfully, diving on daisies under,
The cotton looped clouds precisely crafted
Not to rain, but appeal as your backdrop;
Why do you reminisce the dull grains of dust
Clothing you from seasons past;
You are a part of divine, green, brown
And catkin white,
Spread your leaves, let go of pattern
Welcome the Mid Summer with a sway and pride.
SA.Ruminations