You are a gentle rain
On unseen gardens.
Each droplet trickles
To feed a deep rooted need.
A thirst assuaged
And buried
In acres of untold depth.
My seeds already sown in time,
I have no assurance
Of tomorrows bounty.
But as the colours
Of my time turn to gold,
I burst open to grasp
At the learning
In these sweet, laden days.
I drink from pure truth
And feel joy rise from inside
As the beauty of creation
Eternally rains down.
On us
Great to find you back here, Miss Honeytip. And with such beautiful poem as A Gentle Rain. Is this your loveliest poem ever? You've set a standard for yourself with this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gentle rain trickles down.