A growth in the beauty of the sun
Little do they know how it can burn
Towards its direction they turn
Maybe it is the warmth it gives to the soul
Maybe it is the attraction of colour that made it so
Cannot say for certain why the sun takes the hold
They wait for the sunrise each morning
Their heart in its jive they sing
Cannot tell the wrong it brings
Cannot see the fire and its steams
But the older ones prays for the rain
They dream for the clouds to gather again
And when it finally rains, their heart sings its praise
There their heart finds its warmth and satisfaction like an aura binding in chains.
a growth in the beauty of the sun, thanks, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This is such a ray of light to your friend's yet untravelled journey.if only she gets the privilege to read this, she will be grateful to have a gem like you.good work
Your poetry is a pleasure to read. Profound. Well deserved,
Little do they know how it can burn Cannot say for certain why the sun takes the hold when it finally rains, their heart sings its praise like an aura binding in chains. A beautiful tender poems.. so full of ideas. Love your poem. dear poetess. tony
Really nice poem, flowers of all types are the greatest link in the chain of nature.
wonderful piece... Showcase lifez reality pellucidly... Cannot but touch my soul... Wonderful creativity from inner sensitiity.. Thumbs up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When she reads it she will realise what a good friend she has. A great poem.