The daises within the grass are sleeping.
While slight frosts up above are seeping .
They are waiting for the new born sun.
Then they will arise and have some fun.
They shine and sparkle all day long.
Till the departing sun has gone.
As the day has run its course.
They settle down without remorse.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2017.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
The daises within the grass are sleeping.
While slight frosts up above are seeping .
They are waiting for the new born sun.
Then they will arise and have some fun.
They shine and sparkle all day long.
Till the departing sun has gone.
As the day has run its course.
They settle down without remorse.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2017.
