Thursday, 4 June 2020

The Rain Upon My Face Poem

Today the weathers little Grey, spots of rain do fall
My view now from my window, stay here I’ll tell you more
My Willow tree, grand stature, blows gently with the breeze
The Grass on tips have raindrops, pretty to eyes see

A little bird, wings are closed, resting on a branch
Every time the rain hits head, it’s eyes they do look blank
I watch and wonder when fly off, into the skies of rain
Or will it stay so settled, until sun does shine again

Changing seats, my view now change, I spot a wing of two
Laying flat against my fence, Butterfly, colours Blue
It doesn’t seem fazed, by droplets, it stays as still can be
I’m glad I moved position, my Butterfly with me

I get up slowly, open door, out my feet do walk
The rain is so refreshing, I lift my face, feel more
Placing out my open hands, in shape now of a cup
I’ll stay in rain, till it gets fast, spend time with great outdoors

Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm

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