Love Song

She lying lazily on the green field gazing the blue sky. 

While her long dark hairs spread like the dark night.

The wild flowers sailing in the little waves of her hair like star.

Her eyes moist with a tiny drop of tear shining in the corner of her eye. 

Her slender fingers neatly folded on her stomach like she is praying. 

Her lips trembling as she is reciting a forbidden prayer. 

The trees are giving her shadow and the wind singing her lullaby. 

I envy the sunlight who has right to touch her feet to pray her beauty.

I envy the trees who has the right to touch her skin with its shadow.

I envy the wind playing with her hairs and here I was just to watch. 

The rushing river mocking me and warning me at the same time.

But what can I do other than watch her and call her Divine.