#WhisperingNature

To the calmness of frondescent's winds
And back to the humming buds of dandelions and daffodils,
Viridescents in the midst of the pure warmth of Spring.

The Symphony of the American Robin
And the novelty of the dreaming mornings
Painting paragon – The promised land for all living organisms.

The sun's luminous rays can take your breath away,
Where the whispering nature is coloring your day,
Wiping out your sweaty petals in the ripeness of the month of May.

I hope you stay in our little paradise,
Like a sunflower underneath the clear blue skies,
Dancing with the whistling, buzzing bees and the playful butterflies.

I pray you pick up all our scars and flaws every day,
Falling with the sad songs and dying into the silence of hay,
Keeping us in green even though we're turning into blue and gray.

I remember the leisure time of shower sprinkler,
We were in red and yellow weathering altogether,
Pouring the rainbows that made the nostalgic scent of petrichor.

Today, I am here to free all the colors – God's magnificent creation.
The trees, rivers, mountains, and the sounds of every season.
Let us all treasure these lovely presents from the heat of dusk until the coldness of dawn.



© All Rights Reserved