On a hopeless grove

Dialogues with thunder

Coconuts

Ripen,

Fall

One after one.

Wind

Argues;

Branches sigh,

Drop

Making sounds

Anytime

Any day.

Sun,

Moon and

Rain

Visit

This grove

And move.

But dear

You were

Normal then

Except when

Thunder

Begins a

Dialogue.

Coming

Closer;

Your embraces

Utter the dialogue,

Confirming

Unified faith.