In the days of calm blue seas,
In the days of sunny place,
As innocent as a child,
Beautiful souls explore life in the wild.
In the sweating season of summer,
In the early times in spring,
In the ebb and flow of growth,
Don’t you hear the hummingbird sing?
In the days of many a red rose,
In the days of white carnations,
As promising as poetic prose,
Died are rootless gossips on relations.
Enough of walking,
I give my pen wings,
Fed up with finger pointing,
I’m ready to upgrade things.
Thursday Poet’s Rally Week 45, share a free verse or any form of poetry with poets rally hosted by Leo, Jingle, and more….have fun!