Believe…
The treaves are scattered all along the paths
The dandilions are veils for a bride
There are farms, rabbits, corn on the grass
I am running in the bright countryside.
Clear skies, no clouds, birds soar, up high, touch sky
The ploughter runs along rows of sown crops
The pretty pink and white blossoms fly
The chickens and hens squawk in their big coops
Thick branches hang down over my bare head
The mochen grows at the foot of old oaks
A flower grows at my feet, near a shed
I will not sink down, deep, down, I will float.
Rainbows a-stretch a across the sky, bright blue
Believe that you can do anything you want to
Thanks Sumaiyah!
mashallah
love this poem and don’t forget keep writing:]
Thank you Sarah. I’m really glad you like it.
Mashaa’Allah allahumma baarik really nice poem keep up the good work 👍