Petals of joy.
Rays of sunlight partially blind me-
from seeing what I a meant to see,
A fairly moss filled step holds me,
as palm leaves sway and whisper,
A form of silence encompasses me,
words chipped by birds surround me.
Words I do not understand, ayeh;
they somehow give me comfort.
Amid my serene surrounding; echoes,
echoes of an irritating buzzing stereo,
Biasing joy larking in my atmosphere...
Below beauty of a rose petalled plant,
always lay rotting remnants of its petals.