poem of life

Blazing mid-summer sun was fierce and hotter than ever

The droopy leaves of trees forlorn in the shade, below in chever

Waiting all day for the breeze to blow air a little wetter

Easterly clouds drifted mercilessly, bearing all water drops

Gigantic mountains stood tall to stop them and quench their thirst

And the warm, weary world pleaded breeze for rest

As they drifted beyond boundary lines from one country to another,

Hey father! cried young saplings, with quivers

Please give us no more test

Words melted the heart; he roared and shivered

He cried first in drops, then in torrents. As it rained,

Leaves and branches swayed, danced and drenched

Earth smiled as she cradled life all wet

With the sun dipping into the horizon, lost in the twilight of sunset,

The azure canvas of sky wrote in poetic verses of clouds,

Translating beauty with every writing of life on earth.