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 How uncannily gorgeous they all can be! © Wara Karim
The thoughts on my mind; the slices of my life. Writing, painting and photographing life.