Imprint

I had always envied writers

Their imagination and expression,

Little did I know that one day

I too would leave an impression.

 

At dawn all around me a cacophony

Of the early birds engaged in homophony

Catching the worm and flying homeward

To the young whose voices were still unheard.

 

God has dotted His canvas here and there

With flowers and fruits, some common some rare

In myriad hues of pink, red, yellow and blue

Glistening among the grass like the morning dew.

 

If this did not inspire me, what else will

The cute little girl in her frock with a frill?

My Maker, my hands clasp in gratitude

For anyone can enjoy your creation even in solitude.