Photo Challenge # 383
Weejars is the host of Photo Challenge
Softness of air rustling at my cheeks,
Delicacy of new leaves as they fall,
Fragrance of flowers blooming around,
Made me wonder, “If this is to stay?”
How far can the wind go?
How long can it blow?
How long can the tree live?
How fast can the flowers wilt?
I looked up at the sky,
The black clouds poured down,
Washing away everything around,
Along with my doubts.
Delicate are the bearings around,
Fragile are the flowers for sure,
But beautiful is the nature along with
All that is strong and pure.
Massive trunks mean strength,
Heavy stones mean power,
Light flowers mean tenderness,
For strong too has a soft end.