Rice

I am not a poet but I have been inspired by a posting a friend has made... a poem about rice. Really very beautiful. Check it out http://rosydelights.blogspot.com/

Here is my very quick and heart felt "poem" about Rice.

White rice

White rice in fields of daisies.

Still

Still

Still, I think that I will eat from the field.

Dark

Dark

Dark comes

the night and shadows dance upon the graves of white angles ready to come out to play.

Play

Play

The wind plays and wraps around the angles wings.

White

White

I would like to think angles are still

still

Night

Night

The angles sing

Dark
Dark comes.