Sunday, December 26, 2010

Seasons would come and go but you would always find me

Seasons would come
seasons would go
but you would
find me in all seasons
flowing with
fresh river waters
In fragrance of
spring-buds of
to be flowering trees
Alogwith widespread
green fields,
of farmers
Dancing with
melodious chorus of
chirping birds
In the moonlit night of
full moonday
Along grassy pastures of
free wandering shepherds,nomads
With free skyflier birds
Top hill of
snowclad mountain peaks
aha..! my thrilling nature
let me flow
as naturally as
you flow in me.