There is a whisper in the air,
Which sent a flutter everywhere
The windmill played on tirelessly
And the scarecrow enjoyed the scene.
The golden field, gently swayed to the music of the wind
It all seemed like a magical dream
I sat and drank in the serenity.
Silently wishing that every dream
Would transform into reality
© Trina Sarkar-Mohapatra, All rights reserved
2 comments:
cheers to the budding wordsworth!!!
:) thanks much
Post a Comment