Smell the fragrance in a breeze, from natures blooms in spring

Hear the songs of a new day dawning, by those birds that sing


Feel the anguish in a sunset, as it slowly disappears from site

Or feel the comfort in a sunrise; returning back, to us the light


See the ripples of a stream, brushing past, each new stricture

Follow each new curl and fold, distort the underlying picture


Watch the snowflakes falling, quietly floating to the ground

Turn and twirl, each distinct design, sailing without a sound


Savor the pure essence, of a women’s release of love

Wonder as she gifts this pleasure, what she’s thinking of

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