Cool-N-Rest>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

weather raise to biting temp
i feel sweat drape my forehead
cold, cold water i surely crave
an old oak tree i rest beneath
when clouds catches my shadow
i would surely walk those row
for now let me enjoy green scene
dancing, bending playing with wind

not alone, squirrel is up there
running and teasing me, i wonder
what is she up to, maybe she's
hiding nuts somewhere i know
geese are all around like pets
eating grass, walking so slow
other, birds join me; singing
maybe they know you am thinking