Life in Technicolor

I sit by the Stream, Which gurgles cheerfully, Playing with the rocks, Jostling them, Toppling them over.  I wait till you arrive. It's been a while. And I'm growing impatient. Last time I saw you, It took me sometime, To regain my senses. You looked pretty  As you quietly appeared. Over the green meadows, With your myriad hues. The clouds await your arrival too, While the Sun peeps out, A silver lining. There, there! I see you now. Like the half of a halo. The Rainbow.

Stormy grey skies, Ink black waves, Hugging me,  Choking me, Mouthful of briny water, Arms lashing about, Trying to keep myself afloat, While looking around with hope. A strange dream it was, Last night. When it was calm outside. And the barn owl cooed softly, As a mouse scurried along to hide.

I rub my eyes vigorously, Till I see stars in the daylight. Sunlight streams in, Through the dusty window. The dewdrops sparkle, On the green grass outside, While the bees buzz dreamily, Around the honeysuckles. I hear the Wind whispering to me, Mischieviously. Hinting at me to guess. Carrying the sweet aroma. Intoxicating me with happiness. She sends me a gift every morning. Mother Nature. A sight to behold. To marvel at. To dissolve in. To forget myself.