There is...
Nothing....more poetic...
Than a...
Fully grown...
...
The afternoon is warm,
Sun is at its brightest,
The warm breeze,
Caress my skin.
...
In the dead silence....
Of the dark summer night...
A lilting ballad unfolds...
As little raindrops....
...
Deep into the night...
As I toss& turn...
Sleep seems to be distant...
My thoughts...
...
A Quiet summer morning,
Getting warmer by the day,
As I peep outside,
I see no song bird,
...
A hunch....
An intuition....
A suspicion...
A sense...
...
Often.....
At dusk....
As sky gets darker...
As the birds fly back home....
...
On a hot day....
In month of May....
As a warm...
Wind blows...
...