nuances of nature 10/19/17

I am the frontline facial of flash flood’s arrival,

meeting up with wet kisses

for the firstborns faces of a dusty land.

I am the sprouting forest treetops’ smile,

upon first sightings of the distant sun

on its sweeping in, full-blaze beaming.

I am evaporation’s make-a-wish vanishings,

hoping to return as endearing clouds,

giving offerings of rain-downs upon revival.

I am the hearsays of warm and cool thermals,

creating the moody high and low updrafts

and swirls of gossiping skies

and the bickering fallout of weather

either as the clear skies of silence presenting serene

or the noisy busloads of clouds rumbling in passing by.

I am the symphony of all creature sounds in choir

and not ever as an utterance,

or inaudible

or cast in vain.

I am the ushers of the wind as kneading,

for all vegetation is soothed, nurtured,

and formally full-massage served.

for I am all of the nuances of nature,

by gradations and distinctions,

humbly in the feast of sweeping accomplishment,

fulfilling in a mostly subtle

but animated worldly manner.