Wishful Thinking1 min 69 1 min 69
Slowly, gradually as you see over the horizon
The soft hue of twilight moves in
A glance across the distant horizon
You see the first evening star blinking
Then far away at a distance you see the first evening light
The moon slowly rising up and peeping
Reaching out to every soul that longs to be
One in their soul with nature
Basking under the moonlight beam
The flowers sway by the gentle breeze
Ornated by drops of dew glistening on the tip
Wafting a beautiful perfume carried by the breeze
A lost soul sits under the apple tree
Pondering on the life that lies ahead…..
In and out flit the thoughts… whimsically….
Wondering what happens next…or is it wishful thinking.