Clouds Of Joy (Mother Nature) Poem by Agatha Eliza

She dreams of clouds sprinkled with splendours
of vivid gold, rich amber and silver
raindrops of hope, joy, love and optimism
eagerly collected in the vast umbrella of her dreams.


She floats through alluring streams of fragrance
in the sacredness of our ancestral woods
where the time cradled the first tree
and where brittle life began to be poured in moulds.


You all can see the soft traces of her footsteps
on the hills, rough cliffs and seashores
and in the wind, on the wings of dragonflies
her whispers mingle with the beatings of her heart.