You Amidst Nature

Early morning dew, the Sun's lazy too.

The pillow sings me a lullaby, and I fall asleep.

I dodge my thoughts in fragile dreams,

And then I find you wearing an angel's outfit.

So, its finally midday, and its still raining.

A benevolent cloud dropping mercy over me.

(drip-drop) my panes are misty, and so I,

See you in rage amidst a thunder, so frightening.

The rain's over, and the clouds now huddle,

To form a pristine face that reflects your beauty,

From heaven you descend, and on my window, you reflect,

My face that seeks respite from my mind's monotony.

So I open my window and there lies the wall.

Moss fostering over those lifeless futile bricks.

Also there stands a tree which I wish to be,

To transpire all day long to enhance your ego,

My dear, which you can then pour down on me.