Love

The Sun has been secretly whispering to the plants..
"Grow. Grow. Grow."
It seems that this is love.

A summer's song

I sat down by the corners of-
Dusty windows,
And,
Wrote you a summer's song.

Sway

Swift feet,
Evening breeze,
Let me play your favorite-
Music.

Let's sway.

The evening's Sun has been watching,
Our vain confessions of love, and, waiting,
To glisten our limbs-
With ephemeral clear light.

Let's dance. Let's dance.
Sway.

Before the night's embers,
Make us mere silhouettes,
Under the Moonlight...

A message

By the unscathed orchre branches
Of intertwined creepers,
I found a bee buzzing
A word of bliss,
To the skies' keeper.

As Nature speaketh

Where the path may lead, I know not.
But with every step I take I pray to you,
Oh, eternal, divine love, help me become all yours.
In you, in me, and in all the stars above,
Help me become all yours.

Grow

Plants grow and grow.
Some ambitious to become trees, become big plants..
Ever gracefully reaching for the Sun,..higher, higher and higher.