Love runs over hills

Swiftly gathering steam

On the way down

The landscape remains still

As the feeling contours around and the slopes, valleys and ridges

The ground absorbs the latter rain of a new day dawning

The beauty of spring has arrived

Quite blossoms that opened in silence

Have created fragrant smells

Uplifting the nostrils of those that waited for flowers in the wilderness



Sincerely, Ayesha