Roses tint the moon till the lakes turn cherry,
Like the sun that kisses the edge of the world
Till the sky begins to blush.
Stars scatter across a celestial tapestry,
Ancestors watching as the kids go by.
The trees rarely sway with the wind,
Roots running deep till they touch springs hidden within.
The rain brings a sweetness that the creatures run to find,
And the greenery that dots the safari sands,
Relishes a meal so divine.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
Roses tint the moon till the lakes turn cherry,
Like the sun that kisses the edge of the world
Till the sky begins to blush.
Stars scatter across a celestial tapestry,
Ancestors watching as the kids go by.
The trees rarely sway with the wind,
Roots running deep till they touch springs hidden within.
The rain brings a sweetness that the creatures run to find,
And the greenery that dots the safari sands,
Relishes a meal so divine.