I watch the April silently,
there is more of prayer than joy.
Words sit frozen on the frills of the blossom.
Such innocence in the beauty of flowers;
they sing without the blessing of God.
Brave Nature, sing along; do not utter a word.
Create life that does not know
the language of us, the humans.
Take us along, O unblemished April,
before the seasons change.
The ephemeral joy is nevertheless joy.
O innocence sublime, I shall pause awhile, in the path of your light.
there is more of prayer than joy.
Words sit frozen on the frills of the blossom.
Such innocence in the beauty of flowers;
they sing without the blessing of God.
Brave Nature, sing along; do not utter a word.
Create life that does not know
the language of us, the humans.
Take us along, O unblemished April,
before the seasons change.
The ephemeral joy is nevertheless joy.
O innocence sublime, I shall pause awhile, in the path of your light.
Hello April.... a month of rebirth, regrowth and renewal...
Colorful Bougainvilleas 🌼🌸🌺
Album: My flowers Pics.
Beirut, Lebanon
Photo/iPhone
Beirut, Lebanon
Photo/iPhone
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