Diurnal Diversity

The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees, pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies... forming a small lake, where playful robins bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes. Soon children will come out and act dippy... chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties fighting over their stuffed, torn bears; oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility! The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color, lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops: tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor; never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices. The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss, can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting? He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting! And will he create verses with *eloquence? Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest, Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words