Nature And Poetry

7

Teardrops from heaven came down to our land with the secret message of the world. Many of us can't recognize it. It was invisible and only for the eyes of the hopeful.

Really I wanted to go sit in the windowsill but my body is tied already to the bed, was like some kind of something was pulling me from behind. Thin air was above me and carrying heat by its own.

I can tell you about the silence going on. The air, the movement, the world and me. I start hearing those whispherings.

The blessed planets telling me so good about what they heard when i was giving those strings a movement and a melody. Telling me that the universe had captured my essential smile. Telling everyone that we have to come outside and catch their gifts but no one ever notices.

Cause peope never looked at the rain that way. They see it as a drop of water, unclean from above. All of them are missing these gifts. And not me, as I clogged myself from the pulling bed. I'll go outside and catch some.

Im liquified.