Tranquility

The pitter-patter of dripping rain Gently, gradually, finding their surface Falling from such great height Down from the dismal gray skies Tranquility, in its simplest form The vibrant, warm, light of a passionate soul The incomparable flare you unknowingly emit from within Spontaneity, in its most flamboyant hue The octaves crossed, the chords married, The melody that reverberates throughout your being to bring you To a beautiful finish A crescendo, in its most anticipated deliverance The sunrise, flooding the blackness that once was the night Removing itself from obscurity in a grand, awe-inspiring display of glory The glow of pure gold liquid sun, seeping through the insulation of the sky, Dancing across the world A greeting, in its most loving manner A benign sensation, Of divine appreciation The aroma of a rose, permeating through the nose Palpable interactions, in their most nostalgic remembrances And a drop of dew, an infant rain drop, Waiting to become what it has been again, A dismal drop, one of many, but one with everything Tranquility, in its most, ostracizes none, with all of life is one