Nature has prepared a feast-
a party full of exquisite delicacies-
a table of seasons,
a plate of rainbows...
a system of suns that illuminate tornadoes.
Onomatopoeic rhymes are dancing, one behind the other.
You and I fled from the storm,
chasing those rainbows again,
until we came to the rhythmic but fantastical Mother.
We're running through the rainforest:
jumping over rivers,
climbing above canopies...
observing the delights of animals that are potentially and
poetically flawless.
Stunning horizons,
of all colours to tell apart.
My smile lies on yours and
we loved the forest of art.
Life is too short to waste,
so keep on running to the east where the sun
lies nearby.
Birds took us away, with wings of discoveries,
and grew ours to allow us to fly.
Like a river, we are!
Loving each other through the feast of Nature,
escaping from the jaguar that chases us to hidden
dangers.
Rhymes that hum,
and hymns that sing-
waterfalls that pour lemonade
and drinks of Beijing.
So beautiful, so amazing-
your eyes have the ocean's colour!
I'll be with you, and I'll forgive you,
for our souls yearn for each other.
The ground is caked with leaves,
whilst we're stumbling around, enjoying.
The season of summer is almost over,
and so the breezes of the temperatures are slowly becoming...
