Leaves of the oak tremble in fear for once
the air is heavy with the warmth of tired hours
azure expanses have turned to a darkened gray
the conversation has begun between the giants.
A future is being written on these natural pages
like butterflies they flutter with their last breaths
a northern breeze sings its cries filled with tears
the melody is soft amidst the roars of the infinite.
Gently raindrops fall from far-away lands above
kissing with eternal passion the colored petal
for a flower to drink heaven’s fragrant nectar
and tomorrow become the wealth of a maiden.
Sensing the approaching duel of ages the cardinals
in a frenzy join with the swallows to find shelter
writing words with their arabesques in the sky
with lightning’s pace, they are going home.
Quiet now for but a moment, the garden sleeps
the story of a serene day is etched in the future
as clouds of dark storms burst and pour out
their ire in a furious display of sounds and lights.
The orchards rests in awe respectful of the power
eyes are alert in the deepening darkness
tomorrow their story will begin again
they know tonight there will be no rainbow.