You, Me and Poetry

You. Me and poetry
When the trees grows its leaves quickly,
Grows its fruit graciously so sweetly,
Hear the leaves on its branches whisper,
You were there,
You, me and poetry.

When the clouds glow against the shining sun,
As its' shadows give the land a comfort zone,
Behind the shadow the sun is dancing,
Angels are singing a beautiful melody,
To you, me and poetry.

When the rain comes down but doesn't stay,
It will come back through the tide someday,
For love isn't selfish and others need to be showered, too
But its presence lingers sweet serenity,
Over and Over...
Just like you, me and poetry.

© Rona Aying Llanos