Hydrangea
Walking along these old country roads,
the path littered with jagged stones.
Flowing to the wind melody
adorning the side of the trail ahead,
the little stream gleams at them in jealousy,
the sweet fluttering white flower bed.
The early rising sun beams in pride,
At the flowers dressed like a bride.
Basking in the morning light,
they glowed. A truly, splendid delight.
Walking past as they waved to me,
I said farewell to the hydrangea sea.
Copyright © Lani Kdan | Year Posted 2022
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