rain momentarily wipe off
my footprints pressing tiny blooms
on daffodils covered hills
where i heard a constant chanting
of sorrows deep in darkness of dawn
where birds serenade distrustful maiden
to that of adoring a goddess of beauty
slowly fading to breeze blowing dust
uncovering painful past; given hope
i stretch my fingertips, warmth of my lips
to comfort the willowing soul
dazed from the fruits of science
weakening limbs, embering mind
envious souls, sing to the sun
pour raindrops, then disappear
to clouds peeking if my footprints
are still there, beneath outgrowth
truly i always love musing to nature
but i keep coming back for a glimpse
to remember early break dawn creation
yes i did, but i keep to my mind to enjoy
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