Cloud, Rain, and Water down the Mountain ( a poem)

Cloud, Rain, and Water down the Mountain

 

Clouds turn into rains.

Rains turn into water

down the mountains.

 

The sound of it is

music to the ears.

 

Nobody understands.

Nobody hears.

 

Then why does Nature

create her poetry?

 

To be the voice

of the voiceless.

 

To be the tongue

of the unheard.

 

That is the profession

that can't make a living.

 

But again, why?

 

Nature's professing:

To make her feel

she has lived.

 

 【七律】倾心云雨总关晴

 

倾心云雨总关晴，化作高山流水声。

芳草天涯怀赤子，红颜梦里醉芳英。

谁知花放犹初见，我待凰来与共鸣。

或许思君难淡漠，一情湮灭一情生。

 

(© Feb. 22, 2024, godog)