Glowing In Grace

Shining are the stars, Shooting in the sky Staring is the Moon, Standing like one who mourns Spinning is the Sun, Speeding as a lost son Sparkling is a red rose, Smelling in one’s nose Swimming is a fish, Shaking in a cage Swelling is my boss, Shivering in an old bus Shooting is an arrow, Showing in a road that is narrow Singing are the nosy birds, Selling their songs just to have bread Snoring is one fat pig, Sleeping as if he’s not big