Are you there Are you real Or just a cloud in the sky Rains hard on me Drenches my existence With the aroma of romance Fills my senses Then disappears With the wind and the weather
Are you a friend? Not the fair-weather kind, I guess Even when I cannot see You cloud my thoughts dear If I were a bird I’d fly vast distances Just to follow your antics To see why you become obscure Leaving imprints on my soul As if you have stamped authority On every birth and re-birth of mine
The sun, moon and stars Are friends too But they hide With thunder when you come Invoking fear in my bosom And with you, you bring a gift Of the rainbow sweet But tell me, can I ever reach you Hold you in an embrace Or are you born to wander My thirst to be quenched never Why was I born a flower And you a cloud?
My garden is beautiful With a variety of flowers A gaze itself is cheerful Attracts all viewers Morning I was delighted To see a fully blossomed rose Thoughts of my love excited My emotions too rose Joyfully I plucked Left
Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there. Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch. Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way? Is there rain
I left that red rose in her dressing desk But found in the evening as untouched but dried Tho’ I reminded not to forget among her other task Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried I just asked her
Orange flower of may Bright burning fire display Big bunches in bouquets form Decorating the Earth they fall upon Rain and sunshine The season brings Pretty green beans Like rattles dangling Standing beauty beside the sidewalk Like fire engines its
Roses bloom and fade away, So beautiful just for a day Fading its colour, losing its grip, Slowly withering, dropping bit by bit Beautiful flowers like fairies on land When we hold you on long stalks, Like wands in our