The love I have
I can’t really tell
The wind blows
The trees dance
The flicker of hope
Dwelling in me hops
In my heart, lives joy
Seeing the clouds white
And the sun shine
Hearing from the Egrets
And the mooing cattle
Sitting amidst my street kids
Playing soccer in the fields
And waking up to see you,
To think of you, loved one
Walking under the tree shed
Excites me, changes my mood
I dream of an island
Pebble-full, white shores
With an untamed forest
And a mild sun ahead of me
My curious glare knows no bounds
I feel the silent burden of the ants
The strange nods of a lizard
The thunderclaps excites me
The lions roar frights me
The trees tell their tale
I mustn’t let this gift pass by
There’s much to mother nature
She teaches in subtle ways
But we must learn, I know
The Earth is not dead yet
All things tell tales, yes
The singing wind, the swooshing Oak
The buzzing beetle, a wailing infant
And a flying bird across a waterfall
There’s joy in me,
There’s love also in me
I just don’t know why
Musing: my mood
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