Friday, August 21, 2009

The Bliss of Monsoon

It’s the end of summer and the trees around,

Are colored by dirt from green to brown.

When suddenly one day, Thunder you hear,

You rejoice and smile coz monsoon is here.

The dirt is gone; it’s green and fresh,

The rain has washed away the mess.

It’s like the earth is now a musician,

And every element is aligned to a mission.

The falling rain is humming a tune,

To which the swaying trees are tuned.

Filling you up is the smell of earth,

The world is now taking a rebirth.

And if you really really let yourself go,

This season takes you on a wonderful tour,

That leaves you so fresh within and outside,

You’re ready again to take the world in stride.

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