Walking-Pretty>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

soft collapsing grass
beneath my feet; brown
releasing small rocks
that once hidden within
sprinkle of green leaves
an autumn sprouts; beauty
breathe of silence around
through clouds peeping sun

tree branches slowly rising
shedding their old leaves
and breeze takes pleasures
i listen to whistling sound
iterrupted by falling cones
my friend is always up there
busy looking for astray worms
maybe enjoying morning as well