In the garden, letting the breeze pass on my face
The wind, seemed to be running, running in a race
Fruits on the trees, looked mellow
Hanging on the tree, was the Mango now Yellow
My dog ran up to me, It's neck I did tickle
I gave it a bit of my Popsicle
It chewed on, the evening went by
The sun had now set, the moon was up high
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
