BILLOWING CLOUDS RETURN TO SUMMER’S SUNLIGHT
Seemingly sumptuous prophecies incite
the celebrative prognosis of a social revolution.
A visitation to the perennial botanical gardens
exhibits the bountiful heterogeneity of our Nature.
Incidental harmonious symbiotic delights
have warmed the weary heart who pardons
the previous injustices of disturbing convulsions.
Weaving through the paths of wilderness in rapture
we induce our sentiments for a cooperative coalition.
Inspirational waves of contentment clearly overwhelm
the unassuming hermits as they hypothesize what they capture.
Receiving indeed spiritual blessings in their recluse
they possess the ability to breathtakingly foretell
the coming of conveyances guiding us to introduce
progressive allocations of cohesive futurism.
Reenacting the status of a lustrous appearance
their charisma exudes contagiously its charm.
Speechless reactions have tempered the criticism
conjoining with unity as all warriors disarm.
Conceiving victory as a resilient and auspicious latitude
we as pacifists have uttered words to effuse
the metaphysics of tranquility and ultimate quietude.
Bringing into existence the elegant paraphrases
which tame the tiger and accentuate shamanism
we rely on astral configurations and honest praises.
Ameliorating the atmospheric tendencies
we proliferate positive processes with activism.
Rejuvenating our speculation with adherence
to the pleasantries within us we nullify jealousy
by interacting with individuality and perseverance.
Winding through the forests of enchantment
reminiscing the childish fascination of earthly fragrances
which tickled our noses and fashioned us to be adventurous.
Completely enthralled in our countryside excursion
we meander through dandelions and in the skies we gaze.
Seeing the billowing clouds return the summer’s sunlight
bestows upon us a glorification and a beguiling diversion.
Instantaneously the sparkling waters of a pond
reflect the shining rays bringing the fish a-jumping.
Then come the croaking frogs to the scenery fond
of their rodent friends, the rabbits, with their paws a-thumping.
Proclaiming the landscape’s dreaminess are the birds chirping
a melodious rendition multifariously variating to correspond.
The woodpecker pecks his rhythmical version
of his hunting reiterated minimalistically alerting
the earthworms to immediately respond.
Hence the miracle of the reawakening of photosynthesis
burgeoning new blossoms which tease our yearning.
Refreshed with the everlasting breezes which caress
I dance in exaltations while the energy is returning
to adorn creation with floridity at its genesis.
Anointed with these pleasures we show our willingness
to acknowledge we are recipients of the golden chalice.
Very thankful to have been risen from the mundane beyond
the trivial complications and the propagators of malice.
Subsequentially the sunset will be progressing into twilight
while the northern sky is gleaming and Venus is burning.
Satisfying is the balmy evening air as the starlight
begins to encompass the eastern horizon with a sensuous
glimmer as we whisper a pleasant farewell into the night.