The Wind, The Sun And The Rain. - Poem by Vidula Randunu
what would an autumn rain be like?
without the rattling beads of cold,
dropping down noisily.
falling in perfect harmony.
how would a refreshing cold breeze be?
without the soft slow moving wind,
cooling down the burning heat,
flowing ever so soothingly,
you've been with me through summer,
we've had our times under the bright yellow sun.
you've been with me through winter,
through the cold we've kept us warm.
like strings on a guitar-
resonating together to make the perfect chord,
we sweeten up our worlds,
softly strumming our lives up and down.
the strings may break,
the strings can be replaced.
but the chords would always stay the same.
for you and i, we are the wind, the sun, the rain,
my companion, my accomplice, my friend.
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