Peace Poem by Hermione Femalton

the ponk, red, golden sun-set;
Blooming like the flower,
leading the gentle sky,
Towards the mid-night hour.

The whisp'ring, dancing leaves,
Basking in the light,
Lazy conversations;
Rustling in delight.

The waving, rippling grass,
Warming up the ground,
Bowing before the wind,
That lets it get around.

the sailing, soaring song-birds,
Laughing at the sky,
Playing with the wind
As the bleary clouds go by.

And nursed by the breeze;
they're assured that it's all past.
And rocked to sleep by angels;
Here they can rest at last.

feb 2009