The Sun beckons,The Stars pull,
Flying high,
Zipping past,
Time scampers ahead
with
those little signs
that some miss,
Because they watch,
But don't see.
But you respond,
to the call of the Earth,
The joy of the green,
As the water expanse
stretches its arms
to meet with the snaking roads.
You fly
but powered by longing
of a son,
dreaming,smiling,
plans of sleeping
in the lap of Nature
feet firmly on the ground.
And she slowly walks in
with a steaming kapi,
eyes wet from something else,
that says,
"Rest your mind, son,
So,You are back !"
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