Tired clouds
Speeding along as behind me the sun set,
Painting the rear view a brilliant orange-red
The clouds descended on either side,
Nestling in the inviting arms of the trees,held wide,
Tired, after a day, of scurrying by,
As the trees swayed, crooning a lullaby.
Speeding along as behind me the sun set,
Painting the rear view a brilliant orange-red
The clouds descended on either side,
Nestling in the inviting arms of the trees,held wide,
Tired, after a day, of scurrying by,
As the trees swayed, crooning a lullaby.
--shubha
No comments:
Post a Comment