The Enchanting Daylight   When I am in the moors, I see flowers bloom. There is no sign of gloom. The sunlight casts shadows In the deep meadows. The grass is lush green. Nothing that can’t be seen. Leaves are gracefully dancing With petals of each bud. As if nature is filled with diamond studs… … Continue reading The Enchanting Daylight I Poem By Vartika,11,Bangalore