Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near..
Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just paused the tot’s cries, Gazing at each other in awe for long… In the heart was there a faint song?
As the tiny fingers tried to reach, the sphere looked like a minuscule glistening peach, The musical notes touched the beam as the eyes widened with a gleam, A soft touch and it would burst, and shatter the melodious dream.. Can it just wait and not gravitate? Cause to change the course of its own fate? Linger on for a while Oh dear, You just aren’t another tear…
Drop by drop they follow to shower, Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow. Sounding in a delightful drizzle, Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home,
Like the rain drops Falling from the sky They roll down my cheeks Unstoppable when they find Me with myself “A dear friend I am Never leaving by your side” They claim: in sorrow and pain In joy and lame
Sitting besides the window , I watched the gloomy cumulus clouds Above the rolling hills. Suddenly, a gush of wind entered Through the open widow. The sun which tried to make its appearance Through the dark and thick clouds, Hid
Love like dewdrops, Awakens and glistens, Dances in my heart, Like flowers of spring. I behold you everywhere, In my heart’s deepest desire. With a song in my soul, In the quicksand of times. A soothing balm of life, The moonbeams
Dew-drops, Adorn a morn, Glitter like pearls, Cling on to cobwebs, Rest on petals and grass, As if to herald the golden sun, And shine with a bright sparkle. Perceptive Poems on *nature Reflective musings about Beauty Modern Imagination Poems