Hidden lover

A Poem by Ghiasquared

Wind gently tugs the scents of her
Early morning sounds of birds in air
Floating upon her breath of renewed
Her treasures abound for all to see
Yet most are blind to her bounty
How can one not see the beauty?
From cricket to leaf it surrounds
Smells of quiet caress my soul
Discarded life crunches underfoot
Eye closed she caresses with sound
And scent overwhelms as tear falls
For nature is my mistress today