Words and Verse
Going for a Walk
The Heavenly blue, with solar gold,
Irradiates the verdant green
Of grass-filled fields and distand woods
In splendor of earth's vernal sheen.
White whisps within the airy blue
Gleam, slowly gliding overhead,
And over there, within the field,
A flock of birds has lain their bed.
The scattered trees of grove and copse
Wave playfully their flurring leaves.
Petals of dafodils and violets
Bejewel the courtyards wind-swayed sheaves.
The wind, while swaying leaf and bough,
Flips these same pages in its breeze...
Why shouldn't it? These pages are
But wood and soil as are the trees.
Irradiates the verdant green
Of grass-filled fields and distand woods
In splendor of earth's vernal sheen.
White whisps within the airy blue
Gleam, slowly gliding overhead,
And over there, within the field,
A flock of birds has lain their bed.
The scattered trees of grove and copse
Wave playfully their flurring leaves.
Petals of dafodils and violets
Bejewel the courtyards wind-swayed sheaves.
The wind, while swaying leaf and bough,
Flips these same pages in its breeze...
Why shouldn't it? These pages are
But wood and soil as are the trees.
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Going for a Walk
Going for a Walk
