The November’s Thanksgiving By Justin Song Kong

Google.com

The Tomersheng is whirring,
dancing, and throbbing,
The forest stream is singing
and quietly sobbing:
The golden brown tree leaves
pause in resplendent descent,
Hugged by glory and merry content,
The landscape is painted colorful,
and shivering in pride,
with woody trunks hang low,
Swaying and laughing,
before the animals in woods subside,
to a night’s sleep-
and recovery-
Everything is gentle.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “The November’s Thanksgiving By Justin Song Kong

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s