Quenching thirst, it rains
Plants celebrate silently
Love comes the same way.
Love is always there
Dark of night or bright of day
In silence, it stays.
Some people feel it
For it’s own sake, for the joy.
Some search their whole lives.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
The last one… buried itself in my soul. A book of haiku. Yes. Again. You should do that.
Love is always there
Dark of night or bright of day
Nice flow. I agree with trE.
Thanks JoAnna! 🙂