Roses pore in rain…velvet kisses, red.
The willow trees sing in a Capella.
As the clouds walk on, watching overhead,
The willow tree tarries; the birds’ umbrella.
Distant oceans, so constant, ever change –
Fish just keep swimming, waves keep swaying on…
Time recalls, yet awaits us disarranged…
Before we know, with the wind, she is gone.
One foot then the other… one, two, three,
Feeling shapes of the Earth, songs used to be –
With every dawn brings another dusk,
Every step becoming evermore – free.
Lavish the rain in your soul’s singing heart,
Always, with yourself, you’ll never depart.
© Rendering Words