The Clouds That Rise In The Mild April

Love rises as clouds from the oceans an a mild and pleasant lovely April, wanders under blue skies winkling the green trees, moves dancing like a dancer whose skirts often rise to expose beauty. April clouds! I see a beautiful teen aged virgin in you I read so many dreams in your deep eyes. When you hide the blue skies I understand nature is wetting your lips. When like a naughty maiden you shy and your dress fails to hide your charms I see nature smiling in your exposure. The green grass lands look at the tall trees and the tall trees jump to touch your feet. Being failed in their naughty attempts some attract the clouds with colors and aroma and invite to taste the forbidden fruit. Love promises the trees and the crops that it would come as pleasant showers it will remove the dirt from the green leaves it will increase the shine of the greenery and it will make the scenery a model for an artist to paint an inspiration for the poet facing a draught of thoughts. It will awake a singer from sweet dreams to the sweeter reality of life and the singer will beatify the winds to dance, to dance with the melodious waves that touch it and in returnit touches all that comes into its arms. But love is destined to kiss the mountains. Waving its hands to the rivers and assuring them to join soon their grand walk it flies and flies to its final destination to melt the arms of high mountains. Surrendering its virginity to the graceful lover it will slide down as beautiful falls singing and dancing fulfilling all its promises to the earth the clouds that rise in the mild April will go back to back their bed room for rest somewhere in the deep oceans to rest and sleep till the next April.