Writing A Book

Sitting under a tall green tree

for writing a book

on the nature

tree saves me from tanning

birds are flying to their destination

some to make house

some to feed their babies

some to spend time with their loved ones

some to reach their home

and to rest

big blue clouds

in the sky

trying to speak something to me

to know how my writing is going on

to know how I am

for my little smile

that I am trying to find

within the pages of my book

a strong wind started

to blew away the inked pages

to read my poetry

in the book.