The withering of soulless flowers,
Waiting for pitter-patter showers,
The harsh cry of daisy, sunflower, lotus,
In search of raindrops,
Are miles away.
May is here and the time is near,
The dryness of Land causing farmers to bear,
The crops are planted and the weathers are granted,
But the beautiful rains are miles away.
The loudest cry of the cheering birds,
Waiting for rains to build the huts,
The dryness of lush green trees,
Waiting for beautiful rains that are miles away to spread the breeze.
The ultraviolet rays of the shining sun,
Sweating and Chanting of the man in the hut,
Waiting of children to push them in the muddy puddle,
But the beautiful drizzles are far away.
The yearning of animals in the massive jungle,
In search of the body of water,
The singing of wind like an orchestra through desiccate trees,
But the beautiful showers are miles away.
Best ever re Best ??
Thank You.
Classically Awesome ??????
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Words ??
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Simply awesome ❤️?
Thank You.