📚The Aftermath Of Melody📖
🌿✍️Whispering quietly, the raindrops fall;
Such ominous secrets, for one so small.
Slowly, dispersing, the raindrops subside.
Leaving all but the hesitant, to trickle behind.
The storm has passed, the clouds have gone.
Out comes a robin to sing us his song.
He fills his heart with rhapsody, for
The aftermath of melody.
Flocks of birds, fast as they came,
To sing us a rainbow,
After the rain.🌧🌻🌼🌸🌺🥀
🎨By Lisa Hart
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