Piercing dense gray cloud,
the pure soft golden hue...
resting on the tip of green grass,
the fresh, crystal droplets of morning dew.
Aroma of brown earth, got blended with
salty scent of deep blue sea...
rushing to meet the wild green,
the forest, the woods and the trees.
Everyday, seeing the ways,
each is unique, so very new...
I just wonder, before I find out,
it is just, only you!
Stealing the warmth from the ocean,
up to the mountains, the wind just flees...
showering the hills, with the warmth,
it melts the snow, with pure glee.
With utter freshness, with the hint of moist,
and all weariness are just got drained...
With the shadow of cloud, with the stormy wind,
with the very first drop, of silvery rain.
Every time, the mind is left,
without a boundary, without a clue...
running to see, who it might be,
and always I find that it's only you!
The orange dusk, after sundown,
red's dissolving in the sky blue...
hoary moonlight, serenity of night,
tune of silence, has started to be brewed.
Snowfall or rain, storm or hail,
sky throws tantrums, in all the ways...
with moon, with stars and with the sun,
it laughs too, in nights 'n days.
When nothing new, appeals to me,
longing for old, lost in memories...
I always find, you standing there,
with a gentle smile, waiting for me!!!