Rippling across life waters in the eventide breeze
I come to you
Delivering bouquets like sea spray kisses
And missives in sun gleam wishes
Do you see my silent songs of reflections
Oh our days
This sunset brought us together
Let us listen to what the patient night sky has to say
We’ll stay, we’ll watch small clouds scrub away the darkness
And enter the morning glories together
Image credit: The last page of the 1783 Treaty of Paris
Nature, as a lover, sends sincere messages that may take maturity to grasp. Attention is finally reciprocated.
Primitive Joe 
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