Quiet Soul

I tried talking to me today,
it seemed impossible !
I kept knocking;
but there was no answer.
But when I gave up;
I heard a voice.
"Today missy,
make no noice!
For I am resting;
and rest I shall,
'coz some rest I need;
before standing tall.
And then I'll be ready;
to face the worse,
They say; mind over matter;
And I; soul above all else !"

Clean Rain

I saw the rain coming down hard,
and I woke myself up, "me ?", I'm a little bard !
The sky looked perfect;
all yellow, pink and green,
The earth looked lovely;
majestic like a queen.
A toad hopped past my ugly big feet;
and caught a dainty lil worm, that it loves to eat.
I saw the grasshopper; playing hide and seek,
"catch me if you can"; it would loudly scream!
The lovely pink roses; forgot all their pride,
as the gay lil butterflies; played by their side.
And then I saw the lady; underneath a bower,
wanting it, yet saving herself from the shower !
I hollered; "Come join the fun O young maiden !"
And she said ,"No, mister, I'm fine at my station.
Dont think I'm vain, but if only it was a clean rain !
There's mud, there's worms, it's wet and my heart's full of pain."
What world full of contradictions; I thought to myself,
what I find truly lovely, of that, this lady complains !
But contradictions there are none; for there can be no rain which is clean,
there's duality in creation; lovely for ugly; and magnanimous for mean !