In the lap of my tree.
Blanketed by the yellow fragile fairies.
A stroke.Of care.
The wind messing with my hair.
A crack. I smile.
A squirrel has been successful this time.
A tickle.i jump.
Damn! The ant found no better place to run? :D
A rustle.I turn
around.
Two mynas in the
land of grey and brown.
A whoosh. The leaves sway.
The wind , is naughtier today.
A chirp . A melody.
Im tempted ,to reply as her love lady.
The flowers. They bid goodbye.
To the leaves as they fall to my side.
A choke.The slides cry.
“Children are too old
to come by”
A crack. The rust.
The swings compete amongst themselves.
The ants .They run.
From one finger to the next, I gave them an endless game.
A ring. My phone.
My fingers put it in the silent mode…
