Rhemalight

BEFORE YET YOU FLY by Hillary Turyagyenda

Sunlit sky; blue-streaked sky

Wondering eye oh wondering why

Early oh why do you die

Much you’ll miss oh my

Why do you hurry to say bye

To long for sweet by and by

For here heaven you deny

Though money it require not to buy

Much to gain before yet you fly

Yet you can forget what made you cry

Tears will not ever flow from your eye

For more are the joys than the things that try

DAYLIGHT   SPRING

by Hillary Turyagyenda

Apple-green pears and orchards ripe for harvest

Bright red roses and petals colourful in bloom

Blossoms are abundant in the noon sunshine

Views spectacular in the foreground for sight

Ladies walk in the abandon of leisureliness

Paces flow the robes of fair maidens pleased

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Air is lean in the glow of daylight spring

Breeze blows softly through the sprawling gardens

Whistling tree leaves shake to sighing of wind

Birds alight upon perches of branches of bush

Chuckling, clucking, singing the anthem of joy

Sudden burst of flight to skies of flocking together

Down round up and about the open field of play

Free-spirited teasers of the gazing eye below

Evening draws the curtain that is nightfall

Sleepers retreat into the nests of slumber’s roll

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