they…..

she is here,
and she is not alone,
i can hear them,
they speak to each other,

the chirping,
the swaying,
the crawling,
the rustle in the bushes,

they sing and they dance,
sweetly softly they move,
they have a rhythm,
without any improving intrusion,

they reach their hands,
they caress me
they intoxicate me,
they speak to my soul,

i am part of them,
and they of me,
they are everywhere,
we are together,

they are beautiful,
strong yet so tender,
resilient and determined,
they are what they are…
……………………….amare poeta