White We have flowers, we have rain, We have blessings, we have pain, We have rare evening views, We all await night's muse, We sip tea and morning calls, We get busy with Sun's hauls, We love the window and the wind, Crystals and chimes that we pinned, We love the yellow rays in spews, As much as we love the blues, We hear the song of the birds, And the little neighbor's words, It is still, yet rushed... A quiet day in August. ©Anagha Ukaskar #love_shayari #Poet #poem #nojotoenglish