Grace

Grace

Gracefully she slept,

Out happily she leapt,

Dancing within the fields,

Life covered with shields.

How Graceful flowers bloom,

Right close to mushrooms,

Tree slowly sways,

Making perfect days.

Even a yellow leaf graceful plays,

Green leaves let it lay,

Even the only one round,

Oh, how gracefully, they play around.

Don't be in a complete race,

take up a pace,

And be graceful,

Even when playful.

Author's Note

Grace is a whisper of the universe when chaos shouts at its highest point.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Gorgeous indeed!
You appeal to readers is full of truth and needed appreciation.
Enjoy the grace and beauty all around.
I love it!

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Sami, for reading and taking your time. Grace is surely everywhere.

[Efxaris Arampatzi]

Your poem captures such a peaceful, whimsical vibe! I love the line "Tree slowly sways, Making perfect days," as it paints such a serene picture. The theme of embracing grace in every moment is beautifully conveyed! The way you word everything paints a beautiful short movie in the reader's head! This is such a spectacular poem! Nicely written my friend! :)

[Martiya Daman]

Thanks Efxaris for taking your time to read this! Can't say anything :)