Flirtation is an “Art”,

There is no doubt about it.

Have you seen how,

The clouds sometimes flirt,

With the sun,

How the winds flirt,

With the trees,

The rain flirts,

With all those,

Who love it?

With all that it touches,

As it pours down,

From yonder skies.

Have you noticed,

The stream; as it flows,

Flirting with the stones,

Through the valley.

Do you see the moon,

Flirting with the stars,

In the middle of the night?

The earth, as it orbits the sun,

Flirts it’s way through.

There’s flirtation in the air,

In all known space and time.

© Sobia Nosheen (March 2016)