Sublime

The wonderful vision of softly falling snow,
The pure white blanket that covers the ground;
The whispering rustle as it slowly drops down,
The sight of snow is sublime.

The roll of thunder heralding a mighty storm,
The raindrops drumming and the lightning flashing;
The wail of the wind when the trees it is lashing,
The sound of a storm is sublime.

The aroma of the earth after a shower of rain,
The scent in the evening of freshly cut lawn;
The fragrance of jasmine that greets the dawn,
The smell of nature is sublime.

The sharp tang of the season’s first cherries,
The refreshing juice from a crisp green grape;
The refreshing apricot, with such a perfect shape,
The taste of Nature’s fruits is sublime.

The leap of my heart when you touch me with love,
The way your skin feels when I hold you so tight;
The emotions I feel when we’re together late at night,
The touch of a lover is sublime.

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