.comment-link {margin-left:.6em;}
A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

11 June, 2005

Feels like home

Shadows play with the Sun on leaves,
warm smell of mud echoes in your senses,
clear skies, brushed with colourful wings,
heavy with freshness and humility,
own footsteps, loud in your ears,
silence; such virtues, lost; now found,
peace, in that pond, that ripples betraying a fish,
a gentle breeze caresses my warm skin,
as life goes by, wallowed in nature,
I strut within self, with gaiety,
that was lost, now regenerating,
ears tune to gurgling streams,
eyes filled with green waves,
mind filled with childish joy
of this place, that remains un-urbane,
and yet, feels like the place we belong.