is he a child of nature herself?
he is a pleasant december afternoon
a windy summer evening
and the first raindrop
that doth touch the soil
nature did cradle him upon her bosom
he is everything sunny and bright
i see traces of his presence
everywhere i go
waveringly and reluctantly
my heart makes a feeble attempt
at distancing myself from him
i wish i could collect his warmth
in a chest, and store it
for the colder days
i fear that this endearing warmth of his
that lights festive bonfires will
grow strong enough to burn forests
and my soul alike
i fear that i will wither away
in his scorching heat
drown in his cloudburst and
lose my way in his cerulean torrents
incompatibility and discordance terrify me, my love
you best believe i will smile at you when you peek out of the clouds,
sway and spin in your gentle downpour and run to soak in your brackish tides
to me, you will always be pretty
pretty enough to make the moon shy away and hide behind cloudy drapes
