Crescent moon in the midnight sky,
watching over me,
like a smile, or a wink from a friend,
blooming into this fine day
are we permitted this adornment of heaven on earth?
can it be the trees shine brighter?
the flowers bloom more vibrant?
can the sky be this blue?
the palms blow in the strong breeze,
like feathers painting the sky,
for all to share, should it be noticed.
all senses aroused,
to the feel of the wind,
the susurration of tree leaves,
like the sea upon the sand. a surge..
i swoon to their dance
the bougainvillaea, wash atop a flat gray roof
all aglow, greet me, this fine morn
i sparkle with them!
the sky, the trees, the blooms, the sun, the moon
so bright
good day
