The maple tree stealthily conceals the water
and with glee, sprinkles a few drops
on each unsuspecting traveler
The sparrow delicately licks
the fresh water from a leaf
savouring the taste
before moving on
The land below absorbs the water greedily,
leaving a few drops out of pity
for the ever-hungry sun
Hi Nightlake, would you like to join other authors on my poetry blog, if you do, you could post one or two poems a week and you could start with your oldest, Harry.
This is truly beautiful…
Thank you very much for this:):)
For a person who writes just the opposite, your poems were so refreshing to read, really enjoyed reading some of them today..
Thank you so much for your appreciation and taking the time to check out my blog:)