That is just new-
A morning full of dew,
The aroma that the rain brings
Only at night
Toting a dark bundle
With dark intentions is the Boo-
I hide my light just
As the night sky hides her
To silence a thousand words would be to burn a picture
To live with thoughts unheard is to cause the fissure
A day without rain is like a day without speaking
You live with the pain though your eyes are beseeching
If the sun shines brightly, is your mind less clouded?
But when you read a page nightly, is it words that are counted?
Why waste time in a nook when you could be on a hike?
And what becomes of the book that you still need to write?
Ashes to ashes, they say, and dust to dust.
And it's still worth a score of lashes to say what you should when you must.
Tinkling at night,
Brushed by a cool zepher,
Strummed gently by the breeze's touch
Peacefully singing the night to slumber
Creeping like a zombie,
Crawling beneath the heavy covers,
The universe is
A creation of wonder
Silence, sound- thunder!
None ever saw it begin,
But then, no one saw it rain
Plop, Splish, Splash, these puddles are plain.
Cold rain clatters
The sky just as bright as day
For just an instant! And the drums...