Monday, March 29

In life's orb 

When the wind hums
its mellifluous tune
leaves listen intently,
flowers dance, and proliferate.

High on divine nectar,
butterflies flail
spent and disoriented,
yet gleeful in a moment’s choice

Waking the trees, birds chirrup,
tranquilly enough, brooks ripple,
rainbows spill their tinted allure,
soaking the earth’s parched skin.

A sense of freedom
unshackles her clogged soul.
Tousled by nature’s destiny,
all life settles in her spindly shell.

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