Flowers swaying as the wind blows, Fireflies lighting the dark night as they glow.
Trees shedding leaves in the autumn,
A bucket with a hole at the bottom.
A baby's tender innocence,
The rose spreading it alluring fragrance.
A Father's love coated with scolding,
Mother's concerns wrapped in molding.
Melodiously a bird, far some where chirping,
Hard work seen in a farmers' reaping.
An artists imaginative stroke, A jokers hilarious joke.
A happy lass, hair bouncing with joy in her soul,
A merry lad, kicking the ball hard to hit a goal.
If not a poetry,
What else do they write?
A feeling that is so silk and smooth,
Sowing seeds, in your mind that sooth.
A dog angrily barking, a donkey gleefully braying,
A poetry hiding in everything.
