The soil adolescently aromatizing
The rain starts to spill from the cloudy sky
It tenderly hits the earth

When the moist gently touches the grass and the trees
The light spills from the void
It warmly illuminates the earth

The rays of the sun slowly begin to slant
moments continue to spill from the world
It piles up before one knows

When even the birds fall asleep
The world is quietly alive
Fills up, over flows, spills

The sound of it being so tender