Poems about home - 121010b My Home

121010b My Home - Poem by Manonton Dalan

clouds drifting to east
stars beautiful at rest
raise my fingers; see
invisible shadow; me
i hear grass growing,
earthworm slithering

leaves scattered on dirt
covering footsteps; left
streaks of light thru a tree
shining path; i could see
where does it go unknown
in my mind it's way home