TWENTY SEVEN : Celebration

Have you ever noticed?
Tiny droplets of rain dripping off in rivulets
Washing leaves with new life
Or the delicate touch of sunshine
Bursting in a celebration at the horizon.

All throughout it had been stormy
And now the shores are near
You must have noticed the laugh lines,
Newly emerging like the smile of a new born.
Happiness not born out of words.

Without so much as a whisper
Color and life have emerged,
Fresh, with out fatigue of unwanted burdens
Only joy and warmth
Not a trace of blurred images of yesterday.

Then finally,
Have you noticed, the tiny yellow flowers
Those constantly fly in our midst
When our talks get weary,
There is joy like you had said,
Only I had to search to find it.