Birds-Eye

Birds-Eye

 

As every green wave crests,

A small, white building atop

A hill rocks. 

Precariously perched,

Green terraces ripple outward,

As wind-swept.

Flip-Flap! Flip-Flap!  The gull

Flies over the house,

Atop the hill.

The sky,

Clear and blue,

Provides the perfect

Backdrop to viewing

Em’rald-colored grassy waves.  

Author's Note

Old poem that was inspired by a picture--I don't know where said picture is.