The cycle is simple and plain,
from mist to rain and from rain to mist again.
As the mist descends down from its womb,
it travels a beautiful life before it goes back to its tomb.
As it follows ,
showers the love to
the growing bushes to profuse profoundly.
Kisses the buds,ready to embrace the drops to bloom .
Quenches the thirst of lives waiting with hopes on it.
Caress you gently in your loneliness with all humbleness it holds,
it simply magnifies the beauty of earth for eyes to behold.
Rain makes you speechless,rain makes you to ponder.
The essence it spreads around,
the warmth it shows upon.
Beyond the words,beyond the expressions to be felt and shown.
Yet its pure and simple,
peaceful and plain...
from mist to rain and from rain to mist again.
As the mist descends down from its womb,
it travels a beautiful life before it goes back to its tomb.
As it follows ,
showers the love to
the growing bushes to profuse profoundly.
Kisses the buds,ready to embrace the drops to bloom .
Quenches the thirst of lives waiting with hopes on it.
Caress you gently in your loneliness with all humbleness it holds,
it simply magnifies the beauty of earth for eyes to behold.
Rain makes you speechless,rain makes you to ponder.
The essence it spreads around,
the warmth it shows upon.
Beyond the words,beyond the expressions to be felt and shown.
Yet its pure and simple,
peaceful and plain...
Superrrrrb ,,,
ReplyDeleteThe word flowing out of you ,, publish ur identity ,and u compard d mother's love to cloud ,, its amazing , hats off 2 u