Under the heavy sky of the drumming clouds and greyish wind,
When leaves and flowers seem happy for changing skin,
Here I am and my heart and soul
craving to feel your presence,
To feel the power of your magic behind the wide curves of every lip and in the motion of every petal and leaves!

I do not dream of witnessing you
under a mistletoe but yes
I do wish to meet you under a big trunk of giggling leaves,
Holding voluptuous bunches of
rhynchostylis retusa in their chest
Because it's the season of happiness,
You're the joyous king while
Retusa obviously the queen!

Your arrival is known by all!
Birds talk, clouds whisper and also
you're in the words of humans!
You're in the beats of the drum and also in the tunes of the...