Raindrops | Poetry

it's hard not to be romantic

It's hard not to be romantic when the clouds constantly whisper sweet nothings to the north winds, when the grass and the weeds dance a duet to the songs of the crickets without a second thought, when the sun blushes into a palette of colours as moon approaches, when the soil parts its lips for a gentle kiss by water, when the streams cross every barrier to melt into the arms of the ocean, when the stars giggle so that the night never feels lonely of the silence, when no matter how many skyscrapers stand tall the sky always finds the land to embrace.

It's hard not to be romantic when you are by my side...