Sunday, May 10, 2009

the sun and the wind

he brushes the cobweb clouds away,
and spreads joy with his every ray
he knocks the obese bees awake,
she gives the dew-kissed leaves a shake
she coaxes baby buds to bloom,
he paints rainbows in every room

their dusty hands and parental pride,
oh! why don't we see their gentle side

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Many of us forget to see things in different views, some see only the negative and some see only the positive. If we strike a balance, then our understanding of things would be so vast and productive. Nice poem.