Poem 147 - On the rooftop

Sitting on the roof, a pad and pencil in my hands

The only place where I can see mountains and lands

Sitting there, I see birds on the railing

About two or three, all melodiously singing

A breeze blows, the pages of the pad fly, and make a flapping sound

I see the sun shining very high up, yellow, warm and round

Trees dance to the wind, flowers happily dance too

The sun behind a cloud, still the sky stays a happy blue

A smile comes on my face, as I see children playing

From downstairs, I hear my mom praying

My sister comes up, she sits next to me

We don't talk, just nature's beauty we see

-Gaurang Rao