I can hear the woosh from the sea
I can feel caresses from the breeze
I can feel the taste of honey
Watching the butterflies mingle in the garden
The woodpecker is pecking
The grisly has gone in quest of honey
The bee is in love with the flowers
The flowers are sharing their pollen
The lion does not know flesh but pasture
The blood sucker is no more
At age 100 a man is born
I mean, John is 100 and it is his first day alive
I wander and wonder
The prodiges and the miracle are flashy
These is above me
I pay tribute to the author.
©poetics
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