If the tree embraces the sky, Or the flower radiates blossoms, Of course it matters . . It breathes life . . on the broad smile of the sun, On the star struck gaze of the moon, On the silver waves that blaze, in the garden of sea. You can feel it . . like youre crazy with someone; Your heart is arrhythmic, you want to swoon . . Till you open your eyes, theres no one else, but she. And it grows . . like when you grew up to be a man; Never knew the taste of a silver spoon . . Bare hands . . Kept you worthy, as a Maple tree. Still it grows . . its canopy a shelter under the sun; Some of its branches need a prune, Like the necklace of la di das, on the stem of the lily. Hang like twigs with thorns . . they hurt unless gone To the soil, with the leaves of Autumn . . soon. And all that crawls, limps or leans can jump in glee . . In the sand, where they can tease the ripples as they run; In sunlight . . in twilight . . as the moon . . In sunlight, reveals the mother pearl of the sea. REFLECTING ITS ORIENTAL BEAUTY Katibo 150914 Photo shared by; Helena Fialová
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 01:32:05 +0000