The gift

The gift.

As the snow falls,
The wind blows,
My heart flows,
And the world around me continues.

As my hand feels warmth,
My body feels a hug,
And the world around us,
Seems to cease in existence.

We can't feel the world spin,
Or tilt,
Or revolve,
Can we feel the worlds emotions?

The aroma of sweet grass being cut,
Is it's way of saying,
Thank you it's like a haircut for it,
But can you hear it no you can't but you can tell.

The way the wind blows,
My heart flows,
And the way the two flowers dance among us,
It's a blessing but not a need not must,
But simply a gift of mere beauty as we all are in our own ways. 

Reviews

[leinahtan]

It's like a song and which only my heart was responsible for the melody and my pulse for the tune and tempo. The animated images it induces before my eyes, and i can even smell them and hear it too. and feel it even more. very well portrayed. :D

This is very lovely Inday! Absolutely beautiful. :D