The Rendezvous

Chorus of the whisperers announcing their way,

waiting to quench the soul's urge to thrive,

Nature's canvas ready to embrace

the unpredictable enigma of life.

The rendezvous, a hope for growth and evolution,

An awakening she had been waiting for;

She rises, rooted in love and courage

with an unconditional and unwavering petrichor.

Drenched and rattled to the core,

she carresses under the cloak of motherhood;

How beautiful is the tapestry of nature!

There's pride in pain, an ethereal firmness as she stood.

She is a giver, she is a woman!

Home to a numerous souls,

Through raging storms and the searing sun,

she is selfless in the eternal power she owns.