Rain in Asian Forests

 
In the forests of Asia,
where the green unfolds.
The rain dances in leaves,
in a silent ballet,
falling like nature's tears,
mysterious,
a veil that embraces the earth,
a song that echoes.

Under the canopy of trees
the rain persists and sings
washing old logs,
calming the nervous,
the rivers sway, they run free,
impetuous.
And the birds take shelter,
in their nests, for nothing.

On the leaves, drops shine
like rare pearls
and the winds whisper secrets
among the samaras.
And the land, thirsty,
he drinks every drop with desire.

In the symphony of rain,
the forest is renewed,
and the ancient gods,
in silence, they approve...

While Asia sleeps
under the cover of that kiss.