Let the Boat Row Slow

The wooden boat glided silently across the serene lake, passing through the misty air.

Floating plants drifted gently to the side making way for the boat to pass.

Old and mighty mountains stood still in the background reflecting golden morning light, glistening on the peaks.

He hummed softly in the boat so as not to disturb the quietness in the air.

On the Streets of Paris

‘Twas the wretched dream again.

Reminding me of a glorious day,

A time that my memory refuses to forget.

‘Twas a balmy summery day.

I wandered the streets of Paris again.

Where the trees bloomed decorously

Casting shadows on empty lanes.

There were bustling shops selling

Tiny trinkets and many souvenirs.

Parisian buildings were everywhere.

With the prettiest-looking artistic balconies

I stopped a moment to absorb the view

Then, ended up clicking just a photo of you

– A fallen abandoned leaf by my feet.

Kidding,

The Spring Comes

When spring comes,

Nights are shorter

Days are longer and warmer.

 

When spring comes,

It promises life and growth

Along with new hopes.

 

When spring comes,

Birds chirp, bees buzz

Trees bloom with fresh buds.

 

The seasons have changed

When spring comes

There’s always merriment

& freshness in the air.