The Red Flower

Poem By Henry Van Dyke

Trickling water tickling the rocks
Joining the flow, hastened sand grains
Drops of rain that got stuck in tree branches
Falling down, enjoying to join in bunches
Chirping birds added music to pleasance
Experiencing the beauty by sitting on a fence
Sprinkling the muddy water, the vehicles passed
Cheerful children sang as the drops shed
So long it has rained, so clouds took a break
Allowing travellers to take a walk
Wanting to wander along the countryside
With barefoot I headed to have a gad
Distant meadow was glowing in green
With sprinkled rain drops giving it a gentle sheen
Trying to jump in air, muddy water took bounce
As I walked along by raising my feet, hence
Making my legs coated with mud
Until reaching the place, where I wanted myself to led
With scent flowing from sand mixed with soft breeze
Made the place pleasant with gentle wind and vernal grass
Gazed at the evening sun coming out of clouds slowly
To add twilight to the pleasant sight fairly
With bunch of butterflies and grasshoppers flying around
Thought, a pleasant place to live is finally found

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