The flowers growing
Stretching it's tendrils forth
Under the canopy that holds all
I see how a dull grey leaf turn beautiful and colorful
You stood against the rain
Fighting against the wind
As I stare in amazement and wonder with each rise and fall
Now the sun sets over the mountains
From the weariest of the fountains
The sky's curtain open
Hills creep out of their shadows
And the ground gets wet preparing for a new season
©Akonu Emmanuel
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