Seasons, seasons this is the way, Nature express its own self. Summer, the fall, winter and the spring, the four faces of our mother nature.
An English poem. It was the trees that saved us from heat in those hot summer holidays, And when it rains, they formed an umbrella, keeping us safe from getting wet.
I, the Ancient Love hugs you with my presence, with my depth of Ocean and the vastness of the Sky, As I love you the most, since you have only known me and you can only know me.