(024) A Day From A Plant's Life

The sun is creeping above the hills Giving an orangish tinge to the sky The sky turns a beautiful shade of colors As the early birds fly by I reach up as far as I can And stretch my green leaves While my neighbor, the tailorbird A comfy little nest weaves I silently smile to myself My flowers are in bloom I began to observe everything next to me Even the old lady’s broom I hear a soft buzzing sound Ah, my first customer of the day The bumblebee smiles and sits on my flower As I wish him a very good day I give a small giggle as on the flower Mr. Bumblebee gets stuck He tries to pull himself out but he Topples into the muck I hear the sound of footsteps It is the little girl Who quenches my thirst every morning And she is as clean & shiny as a pearl She pours water to my roots And plucks one of my flowers She tucks it into her golden locks And plays with her friend for hours I began to talk to my friend miss rose About everyday happenings Till dusk arrives when In her melodious voice the cuckoo sings Very soon the sky turned orangish purple And the sun began to set Far away the old fisherman Pulled out his fishing net I yawned to myself My flower’s petals huddled up close I fell fast asleep knowing that It’ll be long before morning when I rose.