A gentle breeze wound lazily through the park,
cool where I stood at the top of the hill.
Purple and green trees danced freely,
against the honey yellow sun stretched out in the sky.
The calm leaves swayed,
in perfect unison with the wind,
like stingrays swimming,
through dreamy pink clouds.
I took this all in as the sun was going down,
on me,
and the tranquil trees home.
20th June 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Aaron C. E. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks