WHERE THE LIGHTS HANG LOW

A place I call home

Where the lights hang low

Cool evening breeze swooshing in estacy

Making me feel molly

Returning fatigued like a flightless bird

Which dived too deep to earn a meal

Now my wings are too weak to hold still

Mind's batteries drained, we all need to rest

Cool, calm and serene

As the ray of the sundown caresses my skin

Birds kissing the already calm water

Making colourful patterns of ripples

Standing at the bank

Savoring the wondering works of nature

Bequeathed to humanity

Oh! Praise be to mother nature

@talk2leigh

26 AUG 20

10:19am