Luscious green grass rolls softly, and gently caresses my bare-feet

I sit calmly under the shady tree, and I embrace the warm winds,

The high hills of the town keep me company when I’m alone

And the city is an abstract painting down in the valley before me-

My cigarette rests lazily between my lips,

And smoke pours smooth from my mouth

The dark clouds drift effortlessly about

And the rain begins to fall soft and calm,

I rest my eyes, and I breathe in the soothing misty air.

Music glides faintly through the stillness of nature-

It’s from the city, and the lolling of the city’s square

Caught in the beauty of nature’s water serenade

I’m observing everyone scurrying for any sort of shelter,

And the townsfolk returning home-

When I notice in the far, a woman in a white dress

She is holding a red rose, and looks on,

She sits alone as the rain continues to fall harder;

Everything appears in shades of black and white

But her rose is illuminated,

As if the focus of an impressionist painting.

Though I am far from her, I read the melancholy of her face

And my heart is woe’d by such tortured eyes,

I fathom her sadness, and the mystery of her being;

And I wish to save her from such sorrow.

I entertain my thoughts carelessly,

As I watch her with curious eyes

I’m entranced by the flow of her movement;

As she slowly pulls petals from her rose

And my soul is filled with delight.

The rain beats down in rhythmic patterns,

My eyes are transfixed, and the entire city is engulfed in fog,

Her image radiates dimly through the bustling rain,

And she sits as if unaware of the wild weather

The aesthetic perfection of what I’m witnessing,

Is inspirational like the sweet notes of a symphony

And evokes poetic visions, like the whispering rhetoric of nature;

I prepare my things, and I ready myself for home-

Turning my head, I take one last look at the weeping angel,

But I become bewildered by what my eyes see 

As she gracefully flies from the city, and as she vanishes far from me.