Nectar
Nectar
When the blue sky fades
appears the red sunset,
Orange purple hues.
Twilight soon descends
softly to a quiet night,
Men that burnt their toil
through another tough day,
Walk amidst majestic oaks
Ferns and bushes,
Sound of crushing leaves.
Sweet morning sunrise,
crops rippling in the breeze,
A smile of content on face
buzzing of bees,
nectar of joy in the heart.
Written August 1st, 2015
For contest "Nature poem" by Shadow
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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