evening breeze

the evening breeze whispers something to the tall trees and they started moving with supreme elegance. birds sing passionately. i don't know their names. i know their songs. clouds move across the sky one after the other but the sky remains the same. children make noise, they slide and swing in the playground. grownups walk their dogs. mosquitoes bite. flowers bloom in silence. all of these look different on the surface deep inside, they are one life, infinite forms of loving and lovemaking - they cannot be otherwise.