No Need To Rush

No Need to Rush
Love is always in the air
It is in the smell of green grass wet under the rain
The light of the sun rays on dews slowly
dripping down flowers’ petals with colors
of the rainbow that just started to peek
behind a pair of fluffy sheep
painted on a cerulean heaven.

To rush is to miss
the kiss
the warm snuggle
of the sun’s arms at dawn
and it’s farewell wave at dusk


Love, there is no need to rush


2:10 am 15/08/2011