Clothed
in the fuzziness of the warm morning Sun as
The day careens into
a waltz to the beats of the song
Sung by a collage of the myriad
visions that strikes a match of inspiration
The heart is filled with fresh
hope,
fresh as the sound of
the cuckoo
Travelling from glade to glade
And a head that brims with ideas
to
Bring the heaven
docked up in the stratus
down to terra firma
And hands that wish to mould and
re-mould
The sculpture until
it becomes a blueprint
Of what You envisioned it to be
My dear Lord, let
this be the habitat
That I live in for as long as I
live.
Copyright © 2020 Preeth Ganapathy
Ragtag Daily word prompt : Habitat
Thank you so much for joining in Preeth. A lovely picture you have captured with your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Punam :-) And a very apt word prompt considering our present circumstances
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