Kissing the cotton mist!

I smell the grass, with the scent of dew,
I touch the bark,
With the moisture seeping through
I gaze up at the sky
My lips curve themselves,
At the sight of the reddish glow,
A halo formed around the divine flower.
The top of the hills,
Almost kissing the cotton mist.
The river twinkling with dimples,
And the show of the lazy sun,
With pale stars in the background.
I sit resting against the brown-green bark
Watching the sun arrive with ghostly graciousness,
Warmed my heart and hair
With all the love for life
Mother Nature has to offer.

Deeksha M. Rao
X ‘C’
Cluny Convent HIgh School