Sun in the horizon

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