Wings to Fly

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The gentle breeze whispers to me,

Come fly with me,

The breeze sways and takes me with it,

My feet above the ground I fly,

The sky has never looked more beautiful and clearer,

The clouds waving me goodbye,

Over the trees and the green valleys,

The water blue a reflection of the sky,

The wind brings me back home and goes away,

Giving me a final goodbye,

Oh, what a day it was,

My dream is over ,

I wish I could go back there,

Every now and then I can still feel the breeze passing by…

The Above View

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The blue sky beckons and calls me,

So clear and so beautiful,

The clouds moving along,

A design so beautifully created,

The reflection of the blueness on the water lake below,

The peeping gentle light of the sun rays,

Sun sets away towards the evening,

Making way to the night’s glamorous bright moon…

The Calling

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The hills are calling me,

A voice that echoes,

The clear blue sky and the river that flows below,

The hills are calling me and I hear so,

The winds that make the trees dance,

The clouds bowing to the hills what a sight it must be,

The hills are calling me come visit,

The view is magnificent and I can say no more,

For I am now speechless and lost in its beauty….

A Storm

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The dark clouds were rounding up,

From the bright light it was a gloom now,

There was a sudden quiet on the streets,

Was it this because of the coming storm,

The strong gushing winds, the dancing trees,

Windows and doors slamming,

The sounds were echoing across the streets,

The Storm was coming, The Storm was coming

All those caught in it now waiting for it to pass…

I Breathe…

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There is something in the air today I can feel it,

Is it the smell of fresh grass ?

Or the smell of blooming flowers,

Is it the scent of wet mud,

The gentle winds blowing towards me nudging me slightly,

Is it the fog that I walk through,

Is it the pure air I breathe,

The cool feeling within me,

I realize I am head over heels in love with nature….

What a Day….

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The monsoon showers,

The sudden droplets of rain,

But you seem to brighten my day,

I’m protected in your shelter,

Open arms wide to cover me ,

Colors that bring light to this gloomy cloudy day,

Oh! How I love dancing together,

I keep you close,

You never know when there will be unexpected showers again..

The Village

Across a muddy road and ‘O er the hills and plains lies a quaint village,

The air was fresh, breathing out the fragrances of recent rain,

Found myself lost in the beauty of nature O listen! what a beautiful sound

the cuckoo bird sings along a welcome to the travellers from far away and beyond,

Nev’r will you ev’r feel this calmness anywhere,

A house made with a thatched roof with straw or branches of palm trees gives a rustic feel ,

Moving along there are many rice fields with small streams and ponds nearby,

Cattle or sheep grazing in the pasture, while the farmer works in the fields

The climate surrounding the village is always pleasant,

Sky is so blue and the clouds are as white as pearls,

There is no sign of the city life the air is so pure,

A certain spiritual serenity among the magnificent rural landscapes,

I leave this place with a feeling of content until the next time….