The Drive
A long journey it was, As the hills rolled past us, Covered with green shrubs & tall trees, The monkeys leaping merrily, While a Koel called out from an overhead branch. Happy I was, Though the horizon was nowhere to be seen, Enjoying the drive. The green foliage was a comforting cover, While the cry of the birds, a reassuring presence, Of life. As the sun dipped lower, Out came the crickets, chirping loudly. As if, the forest wanted to keep us company.