The wind sweeps in a frequency that almost nurses my insides
Your soft touch wraps my skin in a more rapid influential frequency
The sweet melody of the pigeons chirping a melody in unison
Yet your voice is the only sound that is carefully sieved into my delicate ears
The chrolophyll-filled leaves are swaying rapidly in the trajectory of the wind
My body audaciously evading this except for the waves of your sound
The mountains are attractive and therapeutic in their lengthy distance
But the primary thought racing through my mind is the urge of moving mountains for you
The lake’s sizzling breeze is a figurative quench to the concurrent anthropogenic pollution
Yet the only natural indicator stimulating my brain is the benevolent influence you have on my mentality
The tranquil nature is seeking all my attention vehemently but I have eyes only for you
You scorch my fears and predicaments like the sun in the horizon