The sky is silent and asleep.
The summer wind caresses
Flowers’ dainty heads;
I find them charming as
Children at play, seeing
Them swing in the wind.
Little dancers that Heavens
Forlorn, in their colorful
Dresses paying homage
To the beauty of the rainbow;
And yet never as enchanting.
I shall lay among you, brethren,
For I am child still in God’s eyes;
Though I am weary, and my
Eyelids close as your petals do
At sunset, I feel as if this
Summer’s never-ending; warm
Is the night, sweetened by
Your scent - ever-silent,
Forever beautiful.