As long as
The wind
Blows,
     The rain
      Wets the
      Parched soil,
The blades
Of grass,
Break the
Ground,
      The roses
      Emanate
      The aromatic
      Aura,
Bees hover
Over the
Flowers,
       You love me
       By all your
       Heart,
I'll have
Stories to
Tell.

// As long as

-Sayali Parkar