When?

When? it is on days like this, where the earth sits at a silent hush and only whispers in a slight breeze to anyone who will listen, when the wind blows so gently against the grass to make waves of organic green flutter in fields that bring so much vivacity, and the violet hue on the flowers that line the road as they sway to and fro to God's unceasing rhythm, and harmonize with the harsh pavement, as not to get too close but close enough to be touched by a drifter's timid hand. when a dismal tempest of a storm cloud rolls overhead only to be greeted by the smiling face of the sun who is happy to share time with it. when the sun slowly sinks to rest it's weary head and the storm clouds join the dark night that makes the earth beckon with soul jazz, where each raindrop falls composing a beautiful and quaint symphony,and the well orchestrated trees are singing with life force and each one has its own song and each one brings vigor and vitality. surely gentle eve you can understand how a man can be seduced by such knowledge. it is on these days that my soul can rejoice. its joyous tone expressed in written word which still does little to convey truth. surely no earthly definitions, no theories or explanations, no poet's pen could ever truly captivate these moments in their gutwrenching, soul cleansing, vivid entirety. and you my dear mean more than all those things