Sanu's Space

Atop a light green blade of grass on a lawn, A shimmering moist dew drop sits in the early dawn. At the far end of this prairie, stands a small auburn hill, Filled with the blossoms of the Bougainville.  From a tall green branch, pinkish red flowers fly, Into the deep white clouded blue sky.  Leaving it’s existence behind.  Enticed and swept away by the wind, hopefully kind. Farewell to the others, on their branches, that cling, While little feathered creatures, chirp and sing.  Taking a leaf or two with it as it moves on, Crossing the mandarin sun, just waiting to be reborn.  Gracefully swaying and floating to the ground with care, Joining the dried out foliage lying crisply on the ground they now share.  Looking up at the new buds on the tree, A joyful new life traded in for an old one that is now free. 

Sun spearing through leaves in a park, covered in one too many bark.  A drop of sunlight gracefully falling on the side of an old fountain of Stone, standing tall and full of pride, but all alone.  Dark grey pools of water and moss, with a white stone edge rounding it right across.  Grey fountain statues wrapped in one another, as though they were once each other’s brother.  Still black water shimmering in the sunlight, this quaint little fountain, almost out of sight.  Into the water were coins tossed carelessly,  with dried floating leaves, nothing we could see.  Sitting on the bench nearby nonchalantly,  enjoying the cool breeze under the shade of the tall oak tree.  Scrumptious picnic baskets, on red checked blankets,  where an occasional little bird comes and sits.  Strips of green grass with red flowers smiling at the sun,  children running about, in the summer, having so much fun.  -Sanaya