As the leaves are one, and the clouds are many…. the winds are fragrances among each other in cross mysteries, relevance couldn’t imagine, a better world for reality. Expressions of life experiences was wonderfully comprehended. As time become attending, each one beauty common grace in harmony defines elegance for responding to the symphonies in the center of their hearts deepest melodies, none pending…. enchanting cautiously,  using the harp for musical communities places honesty menting, holding hands in the concerns of greetings. In thy writings, communications, and present giving, in our feelings granted scenarios especially, when physical nature sends the oceans ink on a contents journey…. Standing in pairs as various questions are unanswered, as joy whispering…. when common seasons are fair. Immorally love falling in the moments we share, are reflections clearly.

P.s. Dear Audience, If you would like to enhance this poem with a little inspiring inspiration, begin by serving yourself some warm relaxing milk and honey, and enjoy the smooth sounds of Will Downings magnificent song: (Pleasures Of The Night, from his 1998 Album Also… Thanks!)