Through the forest the moon doth glow,
Reflected in the eyes of a grazing doe.
Trees droop their drowsy limbs,
As a deer laps at the river brim.
Ears twitch at creaking boughs,
Anticipating the morning bird's rows.
The king enters with robe glistening white,
Gazing with a regal head before vanishing from sight.
Lights from heaven twinkle through the floorboards of the sky.
Firey leaves fade and crumble where they lie.
In this twilight kingdom there is no time,
Only the sleepy whispers of our mother's rhyme.
i love how your poems that nature beauty to it. Sounds so beautiful! Good rhyme schemes too.
I really love you work, this is a great piece, thanx for the read.Regards Tom 10/10
wonderful expression by nature, as when wrought ingenious by imagery, wellpenned,10+, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lovely scene that you paintedwith words.Another ten from me.