The rain falls in perfect rhythm
Seemingly glowing against the ebony sky
The sound is soft and soothing
As it gently hits the leaves
The flowers are nourished
They will continue to share their beauty
The rain gives to the earth a fresh shine
Like a welcomed, inviting shower
As the rain clears and the moon shines bright
Stars accompany, and love dances in my heart
I wish upon the brightest one you'll know
How much my heart, it loves you so
Here a man may write a poem. A musing one in answer to this. The rain has nourished all the flowers, but the precious one did raindrops miss? The flower that a man adores is wondrously endowed, but she requires refreshing too or else she'll wear a shroud. To hide herself from him and all the lights that nature beams. And he only sees her shine as memorized in dreams. So every maiden just be sure to let it fall on you, so you may blossom in the morn. The next time he sees you. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem Lillian! Delightfully expressed! ! *10*! ! Best Wishes! Friend Thad