Rainbows arc on the morning sky,
And kiss the blossoms on their feet.
And soaring, soaring they must reach,
The cloud where Beauty sits to greet;
And stopping, resting sing to me
The song the Nature sings to me.
If just you had a heart to feel,
And eyes to see what I dare see.
Flowers see spring in autumn too,
If only you had eyes to see.
They might be queens of blossom hue,
But also kings in winter spree.
But you see what the blinds must see;
The dark, the bitter, the cold tree.
Have you seen the sky’s changing hue?
And have you heard the call of spring?
A secret book to you this seems,
With Nature’s blood which is then inked.
Look closer and then you will feel,
The heart of nature that I feel.
The Poet: Arkane
Dedicated to a very special person who means a world to me. 🙂
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The Weaver (@theweavrs) April 21, 2016
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