The sun is creeping above the hills
Giving an orangish tinge to the sky
The sky turns a beautiful shade of colors
As the early birds fly by
I reach up as far as I can
And stretch my green leaves
While my neighbor, the tailorbird
A comfy little nest weaves
I silently smile to myself
My flowers are in bloom
I began to observe everything next to me
Even the old lady’s broom
I hear a soft buzzing sound
Ah, my first customer of the day
The bumblebee smiles and sits on my flower
As I wish him a very good day
I give a small giggle as on the flower
Mr. Bumblebee gets stuck
He tries to pull himself out but he
Topples into the muck
I hear the sound of footsteps
It is the little girl
Who quenches my thirst every morning
And she is as clean & shiny as a pearl
She pours water to my roots
And plucks one of my flowers
She tucks it into her golden locks
And plays with her friend for hours
I began to talk to my friend miss rose
About everyday happenings
Till dusk arrives when
In her melodious voice the cuckoo sings
Very soon the sky turned orangish purple
And the sun began to set
Far away the old fisherman
Pulled out his fishing net
I yawned to myself
My flower’s petals huddled up close
I fell fast asleep knowing that
It’ll be long before morning when I rose.
Risha's imagination goes sky high and is beyond description. How could this young girl write such an excellent poem, I really wonder! She has turned herself to be a plant, while narrating a day of its life. I wish her many more greater heights in this world of poetry.
WOW. For Someone so young your an excellent poet! Keep writing! I loved the imagry and the part where the bee fell over. Great work and brilliant choice of words and flow. Best wishes. Rissa: -)
oh little princess.................really beautiful...........keep up ur good wrk..... a gr8 future lies ahead of you..........gr8 write up.. lovely way to express the feelings of the plants.......this sure must be the real way they think and feel..........lovely lil princess.........beautiful love n hugs dolly! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so full of beautiful (realistic) imagery- almost as if Risha shrunk herself down to mite-sized a, nd looked out upon the world all day from inside a plants eyes Truly magical and amazing.