Imagine for this moment…
You’re walking through a grove of trees,
Whom are gently swaying in the breeze,
Whilst a bird is sweetly chirping the song of its choice,
All seems near too seraphic as you ponder whatever you please…
The sky though not clear isn’t concerning,
Yet the trees seem to smell stronger than one expected,
You walk on for this moment ’tis what you seem to be yearning,
As you enjoy this time for your mind to find your soul reflected…
Thus as you’re engulfed in your thoughts and the scene of your walk,
You’ve no way to notice the erratic raindrops upon the path,
Or the birds falling silent as the trees seem a message to talk,
That all should seek shelter or become prey to natures wrath…
As the sky begins to open up with a delightful sprinkling of rain,
Each droplet so gently lands upon its mark as if designated,
You stand still - letting each raindrop quench your soul of any pain,
‘Fore it starts washing away debris that blocks that which is fated…
The Poetic Life 2.0 