Love And Life

The first rain and the fragrance of terra firma.

Sunshine of winter and waving tesu of spring.

The warmth, the fragrance and the tint.

And all the flowing talk of love & compassion as our dharma!

The aroma soon gives way to stench that stay.

Flowers do wilt and warmth turns to chill.

We move back, shrink and shrill.

Why to embrace the ascent when only to let go the decay?

Is love only to euphemize the expectations?

If no, then it stays when the life flays.

Else, that social thread is just a cliché!

To exist with harmony is to resonate with vibrations.