Somewhere Over the Rainbow #19 With Prats in our memories - Page 64

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Hi , Branka , hope you are enjoying a good sunny day at your place !🤗

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Good night friends . 🤗

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Ivony I am very happy that your daughter is coming back from hospital. Wishing you all A Very joyful festivity.

Ivony Drago mi je to se tvoja ker vraa iz bolnice.
elim vas svima Vrlo radosna sveanost.

Branka, Nado, Avi, Natty, Vibha and Madhu wishing you all A very peaceful sleep.

Good Night all of you dear Rainbow Friends😊

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Good Morning Rainbow Friends😃

From today I am planning to dedicate one winter poem to my Rainbow Friends, according to the personality which I observed from my association with you all, I hope I am true to my observation. So today is the turn of my dear Madhu, who is a great writer with a passion and love for nature musing😆. Why I called nature musing because she writes those sentences in such a way which one believes as if those scenes are truly existing:

So here it is, but Madhu this poem is not written by me, but I scanned Google uncle who helped me😆:

An awesome scene the artist paints, expert and deft his hand.
Brush strokes swift, he draws with ease, a winter wonderland.
Landscape sketched from memory, heavens and land entwine
Rapidly the scene is set, exquisitely divine.

Pine trees reaching tall and proud, like statues standing still.
There is no wind to speak of, more an icy winter chill.
Strong branches dusted with the snow stretch their fingers high
As if welcoming the blanket bequeathed by the darkened sky.

Crisp snowflakes twirl like dancers, pirouetting to and fro,
Waltzing to their silent tune toward the ground below.
Pale moonlight showers diamonds, generously all around.
Its treasure glints and sparkles upon the hardened ground.

Snowfall in shades of silver envelops the land below,
Lighting up the darkness with its soothing, gentle glow.
Mellow in its nature, no preference where it lays
Takes refuge where and when it can, throughout the winter days.

Though bereft of colour is the scene, prevailing grey and white,
Its awe inspiring beauty is apparent day and night.
Who nonchalantly paints this scene, for all on earth to share?
His strokes proficient every time, precise and so aware.
Jack Frost paints wondrous pictures with his palette of frozen dew,
Then stands back when his work is done and proudly admires the view.

Good Day All of you😊