in the garden, in the nighttime
(formerly 'slipping away in the garden in the nighttime', with Old English, Dutch, and Germanic influence)
the leaves play their roles
they change colors, giving shade,
raindrops—welled up tears
I just got inspired while peeping through the window on a rainyday and wrote this poem titled 'Inquisitive as Ever'
‘Inquisitive as ever’
Lined with lightening, the clouds just burst
The downpour just lashes; and its unlikely to subside;
Darkened as ever; the rain pelts down
As if the sun is quelled forever!
People do bother as it’s so freakish,
But, I do mind as it’s so pleasant.
The lashing doesn’t stop and goes on and on;
To restore parity with heaven and earth.
Inquisitive as ever, I peek through the pane
When I’m kissed fabulously by mist;
As I just ponder just of the rain,
I am amazed by- the sweet, sweet smell!
The rock that’s washed, smells so rocky;
The leaf that’s cleansed, smells so leafy;
The bird that’s wet, scents so birdy;
The dog that’s drenched, stings so doggy;
But the soil that’s drizzled, smells so…….sweet!
Pearls of water on lotus leaf
Resembles like, water on duck’s back;
But the blackish eyes of the babe, twinkle like
The Kimberly diamonds of yesteryears.
No matter what the baker bakes,
No matter what the pasteries are;
No matter what the fragrance is;
The sweet smell of soil is no more to be matched!