SONNET : BREAST'S LULLABY

Breast's Lullaby
Upon the breasts, the rain begins to fall,
A soothing rhythm, like a lullaby.
A gentle pressure, answering nature's call,
To calm the soul and quieten the cry.
Each droplet touches, with a tender grace,
A liquid whisper, soft as summer's breeze.
A moment's pause in life's relentless race,
As nature's healing hand begins to appease.
The breasts are soothed, the spirit finds its ease,
As worries fade and tensions start to part.
A tranquil moment, where the soul decrees,
A sanctuary, a place to mend the heart.
So let the rain continue its soft art,
To heal the spirit and restore the heart.