Wednesday, April 1, 2020

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.


Hello April.... a month of rebirth, regrowth and renewal...
Colorful Bougainvilleas ðŸŒ¼ðŸŒ¸ðŸŒº
Album: My flowers Pics.
Beirut, Lebanon
Photo/iPhone

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