Life in Technicolor

When the flowers first bloomed, Ecstatic, I was. But, impatient to catch the fruit, The fruit of hard work. Two days passed, Brown withered flowers, Dropping off the stem, Into the wet soil. There were no promises made, Yet expectations there were, Of the fruits of labor. Maybe, the flowers had wanted to see me smile.

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.

I sit by the Stream, Which gurgles cheerfully, Playing with the rocks, Jostling them, Toppling them over.  I wait till you arrive. It's been a while. And I'm growing impatient. Last time I saw you, It took me sometime, To regain my senses. You looked pretty  As you quietly appeared. Over the green meadows, With your myriad hues. The clouds await your arrival too, While the Sun peeps out, A silver lining. There, there! I see you now. Like the half of a halo. The Rainbow.

Stormy grey skies, Ink black waves, Hugging me,  Choking me, Mouthful of briny water, Arms lashing about, Trying to keep myself afloat, While looking around with hope. A strange dream it was, Last night. When it was calm outside. And the barn owl cooed softly, As a mouse scurried along to hide.

I rub my eyes vigorously, Till I see stars in the daylight. Sunlight streams in, Through the dusty window. The dewdrops sparkle, On the green grass outside, While the bees buzz dreamily, Around the honeysuckles. I hear the Wind whispering to me, Mischieviously. Hinting at me to guess. Carrying the sweet aroma. Intoxicating me with happiness. She sends me a gift every morning. Mother Nature. A sight to behold. To marvel at. To dissolve in. To forget myself.