With your
hands in air
When you jump in a pond of water
and a school of trees nearby
and a pasture of green beauty quite
says nothing sweet in your ears…
near a beautiful scenery of which once you were a part
when you think almost nothing
or a few old memories of lost stupidity
where you’ve gained more than you lost
when you look at the skies unfolding its beauty
innocent and loving…
when water droplets touches your face
when the windy air composes a symphony for you
when you dance on the tunes of it
and when you laugh and admire yourself
you think of nothing… but absolute joy & happiness!