When She Died

Rainbow At Sunset

Sunlight passing through the trees

Gently hugs the blowing breeze

Which brushes the velvet grass

Its dew shining like crystal glass

The clouds roll over the crimson sun

And from clouds, rain droplets run

The droplets form a rainbow bright

Adding colours to the lovely sight

I watch as the sun begins to set

Its crimson colour turning red

Nature no doubt is soul's basic need

Without nature, life is torture indeed