Saturday, November 18, 2017

Trees and hill



Soft Growing Green

Trees and hill

Trees and hill has wore
the fog dense veil
as a bride in first meet
shy to show her face

Hey bushing nature peach
how pretty your glee
my longing heart get swell
my sight became groom

how I encroach in beaut
and get all in loot
stun i want to be ever
only to stare and be in mute

traces of glory I can see
bubbling smile of leaves
and enchant my ruined heart
how to snuggle the view