Don't you know...

Don't you know?
That I caress you,
As gentle, tender breeze.
Guarding you and feeling you,
I wish you felt it too!

Don’t you know?
That I cried for you
And brewed up a storm in rage
Innocent punished, naught accomplished
Absurd things I do!

Don’t you know?
That I knew you well
I coursed through you like veins,
What’s in you, your heart and soul?
None but me can tell.

Don’t you know?
That I miss you too
Now that I leave for the sea
Because, my love, I’m eroding you.
Goodbye is the best for you.

Don’t you know?
That I think of you
Thoughts! Deep as in the sea.
But I surface and evaporate,
Just to come back to you.

Don’t you know,
That I am always there !
As wind, as rain, as river and sea .
Oh mighty Mountain! You'll never know,
Who I am or what's in me!

- with love, the Nature…

The Lone Ranger

Mounted on a majestic stallion, he stood high on a cliff,

From under his hat, he looked

At the barren land, deserted

Like his heart, that was once tough.

The sky hung low, clouds drifting nice and slow,

Softly, the wind grazed his face,
Like her gentle touch, he missed.
If only he'd known, she's a bird; he wouldn't have let her go.

Nothing said, not a word! His expression, lost!
For in those clouds, were etched,
Her smiling face, heavenly, beautiful, bright
From his impassive face, from those hazel eyes, a stinging tear said it all!

To this land he called his own, remained he now, a stranger.
Mighty once, now hollow and weak,
A detached soul, incomplete without her.
He missed her so his heart and soul, the solitary lone ranger.