Bathed in Green

[ellyssian]

Bathed in Green
May 29, 2005

Soft pink trumpets
call out from the spires
and many answer the call.
With graceful wings,
the swallowtail dances close
answering the azaleas call.

Far more humble,
the clover whispers on the hill,
and the bees visit each and every one.
Far more humble,
while dreaming in the grasslands,
industrious bees build honey in their hive.

Bathed in green,
light filtered in the trees
sweeps down like a breeze through the leaves.
It swims in waves,
filtered by flying clouds,
and sweeps down, borrowing hues from leaves.

Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren