#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
Not to mention the immeasurable pleasure from hearing the birds sing,
How the nightingale sounds when I'm listening,
Melodies that pleases my melancholic strings,
Every heartbeat gives a pleasant ring,
Strange as nature pleases itself with it's beauty that becomes aspiring.
And how nice it is to feel the breeze blow every evening.

© Beautiful Mind