Oh how I miss December,
When the warmth of love radiates my universe,
As the little lights shine through the entire house.
The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning,
As if surprises await around the corner,
Waiting for me to chant my wish verse.
The joy causes my life to arouse,
In the festive days like Spring.
Bright morning smiles gently,
And you blossom timidly,
In the corner of the garden,
As if you just want to be hidden.
Smile back at the kind morning,
For it has so much to bring,
To your seconds and minutes and hours.
Come out as who you are, beautiful flower.
Come what may,
The only one who can stop you
Not about how you feel,
Nor how others feel.
Get up and get going.
Come what may.
We’ve sent some flowers on Sunday.
To cheer the other
In any kind of weather.
The glass coffee table,
And the orchids
Are heartily hosting
The afternoon sunbeam
In the living room.
They brighten up the lifeless
With their jovial laughter,
And make the shadow jealous
Of their exotic exchange.
Zooming in the life of your own
And see how much you have grown
Into a distinctive beauty.
The only one.
These tropical diamonds
Captivate the eyes of the beholder;
Posing like an array of beauty queens,
Treasured in picturesque still sans filter.
This tropical radiance
Brightens the stormy Sunday afternoon;
Diverting disquietude to serene countenance,
As the storm will be calm soon.