Touch, caress and feel
Love is not so myopic
That it shall disappear
When one loosens its leash
Drought waits for its
love
The cloud with rain comes
To shower and cool it enough
And drench it full and satisfy its thirst
A cloud makes a peacock jump
It spreads its wings wide
And dances magnificently
Making for a wonderful sight
A strange bird we know
Who looks up at the clouds
Water it drinks not as birds do
But drops from sky falling into its mouth
A cuckoo sings a lovely tune
In autumn, spring, drought or dew
Everything comes to a standstill
To listen to the voice so beautiful
Love is not so myopic
That it embraces an armful
Nature bares its bosom wide enough
To feed the worlds full!
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