When he was in slumber,
roof was getting bright.
dark underneath,
warm pine dreamt.
Green veil filtered,
rays got pink.
As he stretched arms,
Gosh, it was not a dream.
© seren_smk
Mornings are always inspiring and made me wrote these random lines.
Rather Be ‘Less Human’
I didn’t expect that butterflies should
have memories!
Why, such spirit should carry such burden,
but I know butterflies understand the touch.
Only if you have feel those colors,
holding your heart in hands.
I would rather be a bird and
collect some grass.
I will spend time with pond.
Like a purplerum,
will soak the sun.
I would rather be,
‘less human.’