Heat of the sun
The dawning of
your smile
Feeding the
grasses as you
Come by, the tress
Wanting for more.
Seeping into all
visible
Feeling your
warmth
Thirst it become
You give more till
noon.
Darkness came from
horizon
Waiting for your
approach
Smile fades away,
so long
Till the next day.
June 25, 2014