Losing myself in the petrichor, and
Glimpsing at the birds on the tree
I wonder about
The little peace, brings, the water dripping on land
And the thundering clouds of grey.
Drops of calmness dribbling
From the leaf curl – ups
And what joy brings
The oscine plopping
And bathing in the mud cups.
Imagine those with closed eyes. Oh how fun it is for the oscine. The first rain. That smell of wet mud. Crystal clear water droplets, having a slide from the washed, green leaves. That's soooo much peaceful and fun to watch, right?
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-Yours one and only
IAmPinkmilk aka Amelia
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My Love For Nature - in the form of poetry {COMPLETED}
PoetryYeah, I love nature. Though, my poetries are not that good, still they express some emotions. A deep thought was kept in mind while writing those. And I swear, I wrote all of them under the oldest tree in my backyard - that gives a feel, u know! Ne...
