Glade

I love the dawn: there’s a fresh world
to see today
I love the quiet of a well
below the sunlight’s fray;
I love a home where everything else
is a world away . . .

I love the wild of a traveler’s road
and to hear the people of life’s every mold;
to see the pages of cultures unfold.

I love to see a plot at play-
From dawn to dusk; from gray to gay,
On books and tales, I love to prey.

I love these colors, deep and bold
I love to hide when its dark and cold,
I’ll love the world till I grow old . . .
Though, if asked why, I couldn't say.

жא☼Ж☼אж
-P.L.Rao

6th July 2008