I was walking through blades of grass
who giggled as wind brushed them through
the sun was beaming
as though I had praised it
and the flowers were smiling too
Bees buzzed by busily
as if they knew something I don’t
and dragonflies flew nonchalantly
as sparrows showed off their white throats
The water in the lake
lapped at the shores eagerly
and the weeping willows
waved slowly to me
Owls stare from their perch
Crooning mournfully
Night falls, and the light
cries a final farewell
“Tomorrow” I pray,
will come another day