[ poem  ]

the green fields, the palates of colored leaves-
a canvas of subtleness, a life of calm and peace;
the floating, freely roaming clouds of myriad gestures,
the composure and humility of butterflies
tickling the hearts of the flowers.

a place, where the roars of wind won’t stop
the chirping of the birds.
where the caress of the cold breeze
presumes the mellow daylight.
even in the fragile, long stretch of the day-
without disguising the kindness of the nature.

a place, where it is okay to be you
without being the others.

unknowingly, you carry the place you perceive.