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.
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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