Above the quiet town’s embrace,
A rainbow arcs in splendid grace,
A covenant of ancient tale,
In colours vibrant, bold, yet pale.
The artist of the highest realm,
Guides the brush upon the helm,
With strokes of colours deep and bright,
She paints the sky to our delight.
A symmetry of perfect hues,
A canvas vast she deftly uses,
To awe our minds with divine art,
And to her beauties, we impart.
They take, divide, the gifts she yields,
But if not for the greed in fields,
Abundance would be our shared creed,
If only love could take the lead.
What is love but trust and care,
A laugh, a cuddle, moments to share?
An invisible thread in the heart it wove,
In every act, in every trove.
It’s the rhythm in the musical note,
That through our very organs float,
Her patterns in everything we see,
The beauty of nature, wild and free.
In woman’s form, she’s reflected best,
In nurturing love, we are truly blessed,
The breath, the food, the honeyed treat,
In nature’s gifts, we find love’s seat.
Now, with humble heart and clearer sight,
God’s grace in everything, day and night,
With common sense, the world unfolds,
A story of love that constantly molds.
While distractions may lead many astray,
Nature sings in harmony, come what may,
In the birds’ chorus, a lesson clear,
Peace, love, harmony, for all to hear.
The three little birds, without a fret,
Remind us of the love that we often forget,
No bills to pay, no cage to bind,
Just the freedom and peace we hope to find.
Life is perspective, ever so keen,
From every angle, it must be seen.
To understand, to truly belong,
Embrace all views, and you’ll grow strong.
Thank you for the journey through the heart,
For in nature’s splendor, love’s true art.
In every corner, every crease,
We find love’s presence, our inner peace.
So remember this tale of colours and light,
Of the birds and love and the artist’s might,
For in every moment, love is our guide,
In the spectrum of life, let love be your pride.
With gratitude, 13❤️