gently the breeze shouts,
stop, listen to the rain drops
splashing the petals' spots.
High above from the grass blade
spy a tiny human being play,
with a smile speaking fascination
over ants, beetles and clay.
Walk under leaves, climb up stems,
dive into the nectar you must.
Shower in the palpable flowery scent,
bathe in its sweetness until dusk.
|Picture by TanWei|