beauty is the rain
falling on puddles
making perfect circles
at our feet
timid is the mouse
hiding in the kitchen
whiskers twitching
in the shadows
soft is the dog
sleeping on a cushion
a patch of darkness
on the bright cloth of day
and happy are the children
playing in the garden
bright flowers
trembling under the pale blue sky
Enjoyable.
This is very simply written, but still somewhat powerful. Reading it just makes me think of home. At first I thought of my current home (my apartment), perhaps lazily sitting indoors while the rain falls outside my window. Then as I read on, I began to think of home with my family, and then scenes of my childhood.