The Sun Kissed Meadow

When morning sunshine kissed, 

The meadow bathed in sheds of golden hue,

Even the dried and shriveled,

Scintillating the light to enhance the lost luminesce of the aura.

Lily, Tulip & Rose turned 18, 

Shrugged the germs of painful miseries, 

To chase wild perseverance, like the sun hugging tanned sky, 

And zephyr warming the cold corners.

The two alluring chic cuddling 

In nestle of love, built on a branch of bamboo,

 Watching sunset and singing stories of summer, 

The joy of vacation and coconut with beaches, 

Solacing souls to its top-notch.

The scars inked skin of the gardener, 

Blushing in yellowish orange,

Like she knocked her sweet sixteen,

The warmth of love burned the sad cells,

For her to scribble bliss tinted tales.