Miles

Dear Lord,

Lighting that strikes,
Strikes for various reasons.
Monsoons that occur,
Bring cold raining seasons.

The sun that sets,
Wakes up once more.
Beaches with beauty
Wash pearls on shore.

Clouds that whisper,
Blow breeze in the air.
The air that we breathe,
With the people, we share.

Warmness of summers,
Coldness of winters.
Running barefoot,
Catching painful splinters.

The freezing rain that pounds on the roof,
The wind that swirls by, leaves no proof.

The happiness, the smiles.
The wet floor tiles.
Run through our memories for miles and miles and miles...