Donna
Autorin
As the day-blind stars that cannot be seen
Faith, like Spring has painted everything green
Windsong weaves in and out of trees
Rippling and ruffling summer leaves
I close my eyes, whiff fresh cut grass in the breeze
Float on billowy cotton clouds on knees
Leaning into this pleasant-serene daydream
Looking up to a pristine sky of aquamarine
Here I am, but a mere humble guest
Sitting in a moss and twig twined nest
Under a hawk's shadow of his wings, I rest
Refuge and solace, nature has me blessed
© Donna H.
August 6, 2023
Faith, like Spring has painted everything green
Windsong weaves in and out of trees
Rippling and ruffling summer leaves
I close my eyes, whiff fresh cut grass in the breeze
Float on billowy cotton clouds on knees
Leaning into this pleasant-serene daydream
Looking up to a pristine sky of aquamarine
Here I am, but a mere humble guest
Sitting in a moss and twig twined nest
Under a hawk's shadow of his wings, I rest
Refuge and solace, nature has me blessed
© Donna H.
August 6, 2023