Love Poetry

The nature’s song

I hear the trees greet me
When I am down the wind pick me
up, she envelopes and tickles

The clouds dance with the sun
in their best outfits, a perfect balance
of shadow and glimmer

Together they make a song
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”
they sang it to me over and over

Call me mad; but the nature
has always comforted me
in ways nothing else was able.