I Endured Many Storms

It's the last day of June and I simply adore its calmness: see bunnies leaping, mothers hugging their babies! It's a morning when all eyes admire His artistry while bees swirl around smelling perfumed skins. Soon, it'll be sunrise as the sun's radiance can blind the observer with its intensity; he beat boredom going on a long jeourney, but profoundly felt within its absence! I endured many storms with grit while the strong gusts battered and bent my spine; I could have gone back, but I choose to go on trusting a strenght that never altered... hoping that somehow I would have reached that sky with a rainbow so grandiose! If cumulus clouds don't predict rain that patters on rooftops and parked cars along streets, although they are very bright on the top and slightly dark on the bottom, I'll sit on a log and happily hum whatever delights the heart of this chum, never bothered by the mounching squirrells that have found their home in this park! I endured many storms more than a navigator of the livid seas, but none of them could lessen my strenght and make me weak; I was the captain stirring a stranded ship by raveged waves, and brought it safely to the shore without causing a wreck! If winding paths bring the novel dreamer to lovely hills climbing its daisies-covered slopes, will his meditation become a brief whispered prayer... staring at a wide sky that can be touched lifting a hand and feel immensily inspired by all the splendor that contemplation offers?