It was bright the symphony, light dark was the silence
resounded the crescendo of crickets, and cicadas, in the concerto,
declined the pitch of owls, and cats' growls in lento legato
and in allegro diminuendo, the rain, wind, and the ambience
in the vast plain, the echo of your base voice -
love, your orchestrated nature's, lively animated animato!

You were wearing scenting flowers, and sweet dew,
Green grass, wild-weeds, that the rain nourish and in you flourish,
still with radiance, perfumed by the fragrance that never perish,
your sweet feet ripple the water-ravine, as the wind blew; love, I
love your body ravine contours, your splashing sweat dew,
your stylish long-legged legs - the moon and the sun relish:

your skin of silk, and soft scented petals, of perfumed harmony,
your lips of fruity honey, and sweet flowery nectars,
all I take with me, to the endless bright nature’s symphony
of sweet light dark silence, afar of two bright watching stars;
under a dark, dark, colored lighted firmament, under the stars-
in the oneness of nature's greatness, and our soul's single synchrony. 

The visitors of flowers in the garden,
crowded under the intense sun light,
their foreign languages, and voices sounded gladden-

some sounded stressed and sadden,
flapping, and singing, and buzzing with might.
some daring picked a fight -

hummingbirds, and bumblebees, and sunbirds, and hoverflies
in the bell-shaped flowers, sharing the nectars with orioles,
goldfinches, wasps and butterflies under the intense day light. 

See, they come and go; oh, see their lightning
turns! And the fast, fast wings moments,
the spring moments of smoothness, in the movements
and their sudden movements, down, and uprising
moves! Slicing with sharp wings the air, as sharp knives do cutting!

See, they come and go, the couples, the singles,
one by one, one after the other, they show;
as if the air was thunderbird's playground, that saw them grow,
and whispers in the windy wind, witness the species mingles,
these were, are, and always will be, Mother Nature’s show!

See the Divine's playground for its creation’s enjoyment: with the hummingbirds, all living creatures, and the humankind -
kind of wise, sort of kind, not so blind -
at the summit of awareness living the oneness moment! 

My soul rejoices when I see
The foliage in each tree:
The tones of green in leaves,
The shapes and contours, of trunks and branches' weaves -
As if each tree had degrees of personalities!
As each enjoy the joy of their own amenities.
As if each human's life had their own qualities to enjoy!
And their own degrees of joy to enjoy.
And their own twisted ways - shapes and contours - to grow,
And that's how nature mold us to grow to know.

With the Milky way seen been, between my fingers,
I swallow it whole, so life no longer lingers,
With my thoughts, all thoughts no longer linger on,
With my love, the deserving's lives carry on
living, and enjoying, they move on - the truth's lovers:
Living, and growing inside me the doers
of good, inside thee they are brought on -
yet, the evil doers, in oblivion they moved on.
For, what is exalted, and good, in thee lived,
and their good deeds, like seeds, in me breed,
and like a tree, the seeds, to giants till heaven's grow,
and like the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, giants show -
and beyond giants, galaxies grew, and us lived -

with a new galaxy seen been in my fingers,
I place it whole, in the universe changed -
so life no longer yonder lingers.

The silhouettes of formidables brunettes in the shadow’s lore;

Sirenians, and mermaids, sightings on a manatee shore.

Gazing a stunning starred firmament,
I gaze the moon like sun Intently
and turn inwardly to gaze thee fervently.
Suddenly, in the advent of one event

I gaze the three in me.
Then gazing I inwardly see.

The flashlights of them, appeared in the upreared highway:

fireflies on a twig-lighting night, lighting the pathway. 

The wind blew and blew. Whistling, and singing.
Trying to say something, without speaking -
Whispering weeping-willows somethings. Said nothing understandable.
It was clear, that something had to say, but wasn't able.
It settled down for a few seconds,
Like hiding, from a world that doesn't understands -
Then suddenly unceasingly, blew, and blew stronger,
Like valiant warriors, swinging their deviant swords,
Cutting, and slicing the thin air. But no words
Yet. Or meaning, or message, as the passage of time went longer.
Every day since, I hear it's whispers that soothes
and comfort, and pleases, as joy grows stronger.
He exists in my prayers, in my meditations - he breathes
as he blows in my silent breath, giving me life longer.

What beautiful flower in a colorful garden,
Whether cared by an un-soulful warden,
whether cared by the presidential gardener,
however rich, however poor, whoever be the gardener,
would not feel like in the garden of Eden
If wouldn't be by the caring of the gardener?

Who has not enjoyed the exquisite aroma of flowers of grapes?
And the grandeur of Hollywood’s boardwalks shows of shapes?
And the collages of well-combined rainbows of colors?
of a flower's fragrant gracious art of perfumed misty scentful odors,
of a flower's grace in any soil or mirages of trans-shapes!
For nature is the artist, and painter, and sculptor, with no mis-colors. 

The way my parakeet
shouts at me to quell...
at every early morning greet
sat from her then open prison cell

gives me the bittersweet
taste she likes her dwell...
but her loud yell tell
she wants her partner meet -

or she wants out of her prison-hell
or she tells how her heart swell?
when she freed greets me sweet
from her small, sheltered world-cell. 

The way a squirrel
swayed away from me
stayed hooked in the barrel
looked dismayed at me

took me into a quarrel
shook her tail to flee
and swayed away to a tree
then she sees me the sorrel

then look spooky at me
when took a baby squirrel
then took off to a playing spree
I then held my breath still

…and had little to tell
to a mother's protective
and loving motive
...it was mother's nature way to love sell. 

O beautiful soulful orchid
that of trees you did and do feed,
your roots of octopus tentacles did
like fungus extend to send your seed:

you grow and glow to breed
of the sap flow on the lap of the tree,
Oh, poor tree thou though too agree:
to allow your energy throw for orchids' need.

The orchid's need you meet - Oh tree-
as a lover's creed in this gruesome lonesome affair:
as the obscure orchid's secret love with thee
shall one day hear, your life disappear in thin air.

Is not fair, is unfair that your life - Oh tree -
thou give to give life to a weed wife's feeding spree. 

The feelings blossom harmoniously right,
like a flower graciously spread its petals,
and In the dark, dark night
the moon glows, like gold fireball medals,
on the placid waters of the pond light,
as dormant hours, like seconds flight.

The colossal pines, to mighty winds,
furiously dance, in shadowy figures,
a white owl, as thunder his prey finds,
as woodwinds charges, as sounds of lures,
the snake succumbs, as (the owl) his meal grinds,
the predator-prey model, in humans binds.

Oh the silhouette of a human hunter,
a lightning arrow shatters the predator's heart,
us humans are the promoter of disaster,
the authors of art, as of being a part,
of slaying a heart, of inhibiting laughter,
but, with my master and lover, all is better,

The feelings blossom harmoniously right,
in the dark, dark night. 

The crows chased away the menacing hawks;
Close to the moon, I hear clear the squawks,
They defended their nest, of the aggressive mohawks
The unattended chicks obsessive await their fate;
The hawks aggressive rapidly their wings bate to retaliate
And like a thunder the mates deviate to an attack ideate.
Nature creates bolder ideations in the human kind;
To be kind, to be fonder, to be bolder to compassion mind
Amidst bad deeds some didst, and the dark mist of the blind
Prevails the good, and the exalted of some of the human kind.