A Landscape Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

A LANDSCAPE

In the dizzy air its blind the dawn is drawing,
The endless rays start falling sparkling.
Wiping its eyes out the wind is running,
In the dew a lazy tender grass is bathing.
Make up a dandelion angel is always doing,
Golden may bugs are their songs singing.
From thirst into water a bee is jumping,
On the bank holding forty girls are running.
A seed package an ant is carrying,
Where is it going for guest in the morning?
Watching all, the flower bud is opening
Its mouth wide with a shock striking.