Treasure Island

kalyani gopakumar


The beauty of the nature


Tup, tup the footsteps go
Whose is it? I wondered
It was my dad
walking on the lush green grass
Happy butterflies all around
Cute little birds pecking on the ground
One bright morning, when the sun shone like an orange fire ball,
I saw the birds making their home
What a wonderful sight it was
A happy morning with much more happiness
Squeeking of squirrels,
cawing of crows,
chirping of the love birds,
buzzing of bees
All made me really free
I know that god has given me
all the blessings to have given
birth in such a beautiful planet....

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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