Standing on my veranda

From my veranda I was watching the sun set

On one cloudless, balmy evening.

I saw a flock of geese fly by

Their flight calls shattering the silence

Of the quiet August night.

Then a black shroud gently covered the foliage

The way a mother bird covers her hatchlings

To protect and keep them warm.

Sitting under the wings of the night

The flowers thoughts of the night and bees:

Oh, when will this night be over?

Standing on my veranda at the end of the day,

I, too, thought the same.

I thought of a breezy morning

When the birds of all kinds sing and chirp

And the flowers sway softly.

Even though the moon's beautiful and the stars pretty

Nature perhaps looks her best

Under the splendid sun.

The trees, birds, rivers and mountains tell the mankind

LIFE AS IT IS