Natural

Intertwined vines that whisper
To each other in melodic tones

The secret tears that flows slowly
Creating an absence of friction

As fingers flutter in the wind

With the sway of the trees
That creaks and moans

The passing of the serpent

That slides through
The soft warm embrace

Of rose petals wet
From the dew of nectar

That flows below a tainted river
that reflects the stars

Soft tremors are followed
By the absence of noise

The night collapses into morning
This visions, are painted in my mind