Tea tree leaves move back and forth,
shadow is seen behind the curtain.
Inside it’s dusky but
Speculations have a way to be pondered upon.
A roar of wind across the lawn,
the red azure wakes me up…
Every part of me gets observant,
I start to quiver in fear.
The earth gives its signs.
Up to us,is the moment of realization.
He thrives who gets the context
And for who doesn’t,the world shows up.