The Beauty About Imperfections
The smell of either soil or concrete after the rain is breathtaking
The sight of the sky and the birds on a warm day is amazing
The sound of the wind blowing dry leaves is astonishing
The sight of blossoming flowers is unmatched
But the smell of pollen everywhere is overwhelming
I was hoping it would be a beautiful day
One with some drops from the sky to say that he still wants us to survive the heat (and there were some)
Where he fills the dams just enough until he would need to again
One that would kiss us goodbye with a rainbow
But the wind invaded tempestuously
I was hoping it would be a wonderful day
One with brightness, colour and music
Where Mr Sun would grace us with his warmth and caress our heavy skins
One that would kiss us goodbye with dusk not so dark
But the clouds hid his face
I was looking forward to a fairly windy day
The kind that let's you see the beauty of the brown fallen leaves
One that reminds us that life can leave you puffy on some days
One that would kiss us goodbye with an embrace of calmness and quietness
But the sun rudely dominated the turbulence
I thought today would be like one of those washing powder adverts
Where butterflies and colourful, cheerful birds fly all over the place
Where the grass is green and a thousand flowers bloom
One that would kiss us goodbye with all types of allergies
But the wind blinded our eyes and robbed us of the sight that left some sneezing, others itchy and others swollen
Not one of them were perfect, but something about them was.
Copyright © Tholoana Mohale | Year Posted 2020
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