Dear Mother Nature,
I am in need to feel your swift breeze.
as Autumn leaves fall from the trees,
from shadows of green to hues of red,
please place me in their winsome bed,
help me chase the Winter's chill,
from my inner-most sensual thrill.
Let the fearless blaze from the sun,
burst like the trigger of a gun,
so I can unfold my intimate craving
of sensation I've been yearning,
for I need to feel whole once more
to preserve my passion forever more.
I shall savor my passion for blissful fantasy,
through the darkness of Winter's ecstasy,
so let me flee through any loop or barrier,
cleanse my flesh and feel Spring's carrier,
as I do butterflies in your crystal streams,
feeling as if I'm swaying in sweet dreams,
tis then that I'll be able to feel your glory,
just like awakening from a gloomy story,
brisk the forests, embracing May showers,
frolic through fields of freshly-grown flowers,
I too will grow like the branches on the trees,
looking forward to the gentle Summer breeze.
Affectionately yours,
