Swans Of My Desire

I come out of me
the nature opens her treasure to have a glimpse.
Sun's bright and soothing rays remove dullness,
mild air cleanses the lungs
sky showers pure blue, variegated greens season the mind,
I forget me.

The peace abounds in here.
Swans of the lake put dynamism to the static peace
impeccable white among the green and blue
balance like a gliding ballerina 
ripples dance, leaves murmur, birds sing
the swans remain the moving symbols of my desire. 

19th Nov. 016