(.......July 25) The Message

The cool breeze
has a message
for my skin this morning,

and the waving trees
are cheerleaders
whispering the same thing:

'You were born to be here!
On the chessboard of the world,
your every step toward Beauty
is already drowned
in Beauty. '

My skin takes in the message.
to imprint it in my cells,
that they may remember it
like refreshing water

when the hot days
come again.

by Max Reif

Comments (2)

Beuty, beyond the five! Beautiful.
This is the first poem I've read but i've took a look on other and your poems are pretty, I like them and they make me think about pretty times and places.