Rain of falling treasures,
touching petals drowning.
Shields upright strengthens the heart.
Drowning of sorrows.
Listening to words of wisdom.
Windless chills flow though,
bumps thrive.
Growing young people with intended recipients.
Shining shields sparkle above horizons.
Giving smiles of patterns,
souls unite youthful dreams.
The Fondness of tender hands reaches towards the distance.
~H. Davi