Poetry in three lines
A drop of water
no longer fears the heights
rain drops
A thundercloud darkens
nature’s brow, emotions gather
lightning speaks.
A summer breeze sighs
a humid breath
sun soaked grass sweats.
Swollen clouds battle
across a foreboding sky.
Releasing a salting rain
a hurricane.
Ocean waves
perpetually moved
tides obeyed
Sweetly assaulted,
the flower yields,
the bee bumbles with pleasure.
Leaves listen, gravity calls.
Heavy with color,
branches lose their grip.
The cherry tree blushes
a quiet pink,
aroused by spring.
With passion waves caress
Sandy shores glisten
satisfied.
A ballet of snowflakes
blankets the earth
with frozen kisses
Summoned by bees,
spring arrives, playing
leapfrog among the trees
Scurrying squirrels, emerge,
nature wakes,
springs into green.
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