Should I sing for the little bird?
Everyday sitting by my sun kissed bed!
But upon the earth,
the sun embraces the antique
Golden skies in nature's grace!
Should I go live for the Whispering winds!
who sail through trees do trace,
Or, the busy morning dew to a gentle lace.
Should I paint the Mountains tall?
well known in pride they stand!
I wish to play my flute
where rivers flow through verdant land.
Or, by the moon's glow;
Who painted the night so grand?
Tinkling wild flowers sway,
brings the procession of a colorful band!
Should I craft for the lakes
that reflects the creation's subtle gleam!
Butterflies dance in a flowery stream.
Awaken stars sing in a nightly theme;
Where waterfalls share secrets unseen
My voyage should be these and thee.
Should I gamble for the ancient trees
that are pregnant with in history's fold!
Clouds paint the tales in hues;
Should I hold their innocent hand?
Scent of pine, a forest's band
Waves crash in stories of seas of sand!
Should I forge the unset weaves of the eaves
that whispers the tales of myth!
Dreams are soft and proud
in sunlight's crowd,
I live with nature's cycle,
And a symphony is made and played,
Each moment feels like a scene arrayed!
I sink deep into Nature's simple story,
Where I, we and the us
are displayed in celestial beauty!
With💙
©chrysanthemum
