Cheerful whistles of the blowing winds,
Birds chirping in the bushes,
Clouds drifting around aimlessly,
Dancing to the melody of the water falls' song,
Flowing down from the pristine mountain snow,
Beside a bunch of multi-hued lilies,
Basking in the beauty of their glistening dew drops,
In the morning rays of the sun.
We sitting holding hands, me resting on your shoulder,
Watching in amusement our children play,
Listening to the sweet sound of their cheerful giggles,
With our hearts full of felicity,
And mellowing in the angelic glow of their innocence,
All the while paying a whole-hearted gratitude to the Divine.
One day I'll find that magical brush, to paint my world thus,
And rejoice in its glory, for ever n ever......
Amen!
