Of Gardens And Beams

Of Gardens And Beams

when dawn stretched out her pink arms
above the green mountains and yonder,
the blue seas, the azure skies
have smiled in the early sojourn delight;
when the sun have started to shine
the tears the flowers have cried
have glittered like the stars
scattered in the milky way;
the sun could out a smile
upon every petal's lips
perhaps the rain would pass them by today-
when the sun have drank the succulent nectar
and done with kissing
the garden's parched lips