Gather round little ones,
To hear the tale I have to tell.
Hush now, quite down,
I am about to begin.
...
It twas a stunning morn,
Filled with musical resonances.
Sunflowers turned their heads,
To the early rays of dawn.
Butterflies flitted about playfully,
Supping from cups of nectar.
All about everything was fresh and new,
Untouched by darkness taint anymore.
...
As the minutes turned to hours,
Following the waters flow.
Animals play on pastures green,
Frolicking, rollicking with gay abandon,
No cares to enwrap them in fear.
The moments peace carried in hearts deep.
...
Upon the wind, soaring high,
Chasing currents unseen, freely fly.
Free from earths embrace,
Flocks of colour flit roundabout intertwined.
Swooping, chirping, singing exuberance,
From bodies so small and sweet.
...
Lythe sleek forms, propel skywards,
Splashing back elegantly to the deeps.
Echo squeals of melodious delight,
Mingles with others in content.
Assortment of colours, shapes and sizes,
Together in watery scenes of ballet.
...
Peace upon the world so new,
Free and carefree, no worries of today.
Tomorrow does not even yet exist.
As the sun does sets its fiery face,
It casts it rays lovingly upon the moon,
Who dances in shimmering white.
...
This my loves was what it was,
Not as seen as it is today,
Yet truth be told oneday...
It will be as new again.
YOU ARE READING
Silence
PoetryCollection of poems on various topics. Death, murder, stalking, obsession, war, peace, love, woman, life, depression, etc.
