a play of the sun rays in a glade <br />is a riddle for me whether the sun isn't abusing <br />its competence <br />dropping this hot a weapon <br />on green grass <br />golden rays are romping <br />about then immoderately <br /> <br />it is burning green stalks mercilessly <br />sometimes a rain to hit it through <br /> <br />the cloud as a warning, and in a minute <br />hot tongues are drinking the juiciness <br /> <br />indefatigable brightened imps are feeding <br />on the tired grass <br /> <br />as sun tired with the day, like the <br />golden spider weaving thin threads, <br />it will call them to the dream, <br />on the radial web, <br />and then they will have a dream <br />about silver butterfly amongst <br />white cherry blossoms <br />and a day...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-play-of-rays/
