She appeared when I was lonely,
she saw through my wounds closely;
I was pretending to be fine but I wasn't,
I told myself I had moved on but I hadn't,
but she knew it all,
her heart was pure enough to see it all.

Unknowingly she came up to me
took my hand and asked to me see
to feel,
what love meant;
to me she was an angel god sent.

She showered me with love that I never knew,
she served me the peach tea herself she brewed
its fragrance that still lingers in my mind
And all these years I still haven't been able to find,
although it is not necessary anymore
She rests in my heart core.

She knew how to look into my eyes.
She knew how to make my lips curve in a smile.
It was new for me to express
I was willing to do anything for her to impress.
I wasn't aware of this feeling,
While thinking about her I was smiling..
maybe cause' my wounds were healing,
this heart used to pound when ears hear her voice,
lovely as she was, to not love her there wasn't a choice.

All her insecurities
All her negativities',
seemed lovely to me,
I wanted to serve her the whole world,
wanted to see her eyes shine more than a pearl.

I wanted to **** her tears
wanted to absorb all her fears
Then to hear her chuckles.

Her smell was the scent of blossom
her cheeks were glower than the moon.
Her lips redden as the rose
I wonder about the taste of her gloss.
Wish I could play her my favorite tune,
Although I lacked, she'd still flatter me.
I wanted feel her up close

was never able to tell her these,
So today I wrote it in pieces..
maybe if she reads it someday;
I hope it would be a spring day,
cause she blossomed like flowers
Wish I were her bower.

I know while saying this I might seem a juvenile
but my dear,
I just know I've always longed to see you smile.

Isn’t it sweet?
This light, smoky scent,
and humming birds
of orange or blue,
singing for their kids
a lullaby to sleep.

Looks like the clouds are being cruel,
by scolding us humans
and raining upon us,
wetting the dusty land.
“Aw, my poor ants!”
Here, they hide in their holes.
While some snails joined them too.

I remember hearing woodpeckers,
Did they go to have some snacks?
And some tea?
I wonder.

It’s quite,
even in this heavy rain,
Only the tapping is audible,
like tingling glasses
Quite pretty, I say..

The sun, sure is playing games,
Or is it his pride?
Nevermind.

The leaves certainly are having fun,
and there you see a peacock!
“My my as pretty as he is!”
Who’d want to cage him?
That’s cruel for god sake!

Surely the green vine up there,
Is glaring at me;
Am I his prey tonight?

Oh, how the moon is up,
as always, bright.
Now the bats I hear,
vigorously flying,
must they also be trying.

The leaves appear to be greeting me,
“Gee, my pleasure!”
They be hailing,
for all this water.

The soil seems to have slept
beneath my feet,
must be comfy, with all the moist.
Be sure to sleep tight.

The wind is dancing,
and the music is grandly being played
by the trees
and wet trunks.

The kids must be awake
by now
I see,
Mr. woodpecker is having some wine,
and there is the arrogant peacock,
performing in the spotlight.

All in a mood,
under the moon,
having a blast,
inviting me in
with an open heart.

I sit up at the top with Mr.Vine.
He’s still having thoughts for me,
but my apologies,
you’ll be sleeping an empty stomach tonight.

There I notice,
this little beetle
in search for his honey
climbing up the branch,
with all his might,
joining us in.

And my god, those ants are working hard,
carrying the berries I dropped,
for their desert at twilight.

Dear me, Mrs. snail!
Where is your husband?
Or is he taking the role of wife tonight?
Well, nothing to be disrupted in your sleep.
“Haha, she is lazy enough to even care!”
So like me.

There, there, you Ladybug,
small enough to be even noticed,
but beautiful enough by her red polish.
And the butterflies seems to have vanished in the dizzy air,
guess, they aren’t in the mood to mate
on this rainy day.

Tick- Tick
Aw, my time’s up,
I wonder what more lives would be there
enjoying their daily life
Smiling at every moment.
How warm
Wish I’d visit them again
They’d greet me with just as much as love.
wait...
“ Gah I forgot to beware Mr.Vine of those eagles above!”