Cynefin
Where the sky looks the bluest blue
and the grass grins the greenest green,
I wish to stroll on a cobbled path
somewhere in between.
Where the fragrance of carefree wildflowers
wafts happily in the air,
I want to soak in the pleasing scents
that gently caresses my hair.
Where the soft dandelion scatters away
travelling on a dragonfly’s wings
and reflect the rays of a pretty pink moon,
spreading the smile it endearingly brings.
©2022 Taruchaya. All rights reserved. Based on the prompt “Cynefin” by @poetry_earthlings
Cynefin(ku-nev-in) is a Welsh word which is commonly translated as a place where one feels they ought to live. Where nature around one feels right and welcoming.
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