A meadow, wind blowing gently.
Grass bending, swaying, and bending again.
Sun, sinking low into the soft-colored sky.
And bright, radiant colors fill the one blue meadow.
Racing antelope, slow to a gentle lope.
Mice, digging deep into burrows, nibble grass.
Crickets start their nighttime symphony.
And as for me, I start my night song.
Soft breeze, caressing my hair,
Bare feet padding on soft grass,
Young pups frolic within a fern grove,
And starts twinkle in the sky, winking.
I finish my made-up nocturne,
I let my dogs out to enjoy the moonlight with me.
As I bed them down, and owl rustles past.
Another night, another dream.
Awesome nocturnal imagery poem! Enjoyd each fine line.
This is fabulously wonderful! 10/10. 'Crickets start their nighttime symphony. And as for me, I start my night song.' Let this song be heard by all! 'I finish my made-up nocturne, I let my dogs out to enjoy the moonlight with me. As I bed them down, and owl rustles past. Another night, another dream.' Simply superb! And Amazing! Keep writing, dear friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the best poem sis! ! : D Give you a 10! And added it as my favorite list!