Elena's Humming Soul

My mind
Stealthily drifts away
From the wary
Breath of the sun....

I hardly
Grope for freshness -
The buds, the blooms
And blades

Have to give
Their all,
Where's tinkerbell
And her pixie dust?

Wish for her little
Magic...perhaps
A little summon
For the rain

To kiss the
Earth.

BY: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon © 2018