Rendezvous

The weeping willow sways and dips to skim the lake in a summer kiss and fish respond from down below to catch a sun beam ~Off they go in colors grey and silver gold~ From gills of bliss a bubble blows... And on the surface flowers shine and move to touch their skin to mine The breeze, she plays upon my hair as bee's their daisy pollen wear. My lips a smile to teeth do meet as lids close their eyes to a wink discreet The sun, a warm lizard skin to the clouds settles on us. I breathe to the summer sounds and weep in the way that humans do alone in Nature's rendezvous.