Through leaf laden branches,
Sunlight falls and dances .
With wind and shadow it plays;
Scattering about golden rays.
It browns laughing children,
And hardworking men.
Until it passes o'er earth's western rim,
And the bright light begins to dim.
Silver moonlight steals its place,
Filling the night with cool grace.
Shadows grow ever deeper,
While dreams fill the mind of the sleeper.
And stars in heavens shine,
As they sing their ancient lines.
Till dawn dyes the sky
And the sun rises again on high.
How do you write poems so well?
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed that! You have a way with poetry.
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