Wandering Soul

By Vedanshi Murarka

The sunshine awakens the resting daisies,

Oh what a great smell they yield!

On the shore shore of the creek,

She can hear the soft sound of the cool breeze.

She smiles in glee as she watches each petal of the dandelions dance and sing.

She knows that when the time comes,

The tree of wisdom shall speak wise words,

But only to those genuinely wanting to learn.

She catches a glimpse of the sunflower smiling at the sun as the sun shines merrily in return.

She looks up at the clouds so pure and white,

She closes her eyes as it calms her wandering soul.

By Vedanshi Murarka