Where the sky endless and boundless
Touched the curves of hills and vales
Adorned with pristine wildflowers;
My eyes gazed at the wonder in silence
And my heart filled with longings
for the bounties of beauty in bliss.
The restive soul, the ever doleful
In want of the joy of beauty wishful
Of the realization of desire fanciful
Coveted the beauty of nature graceful
In the eye of the beholder hopeful
Of sprinkles of the magic wonderful
Suddenly, I was a wandering lonely cloud ever
Floating on high over the canyon in the ether
And the top of the misty mountain yonder;
Then as a great lone eagle, I was flying near
The shrill west sun as a sovereign ruler
Of the serene beauty of magnificent nature.
I wanted no more, and nothing more- evermore.
P.S.: Sitting on the top of the loop overlooking the creation down under, I felt like flying in the azure firmament freely without a shred of worries and anxieties binding me in the drab and dreary reality of the world below. That was my secret nature’s elbow room where I could willingly waste my time without a qualm about not doing anything but being transfixed to the beauty of nature for an indefinite time.