A mountain hovers coyly,
Veiled by brittle grasses
From where I lay.
A ripple erases
Sky reflected on
Murky waters of lake.
A cool wind blows
Drying sweat drops
Budding on my face.
A bee hums in tune
With swaying branches
Of a cyprus landscape.
Sun rises majestic
A humbling sight
In a sheer ball of orange!
Deva De Silva
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-humbling-sight/
