When a flower plays on the stalk
In the morning
A bird flutters to hear from afar
A stream flowing
When flitting clouds shine silver
Over undulating hills
Chimneys emit pillars of smoke
From top of mills
When from snow capped rocks
Rills flow down
Upon grasses in the garden dew
Lay strewn
When around blooming buds
Bees hover thick
Under the load of morning ray
Dew drops fall weak
When a song of shepherd comes
Rolling over vales
Birds fly away from their nests
With zigzag trails
I stand with my head down to pray
On the shore
Of a dancing river to ask God to live
I need nothing more
@ Anil Kumar Panda 24/12/2015
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