Beside the Brook
The morning blues and the pretty chirp,
Is invincible, which nothing murky can ever usurp.
I sat down with a wonderful book,
Under the shadiest tree aligning the brook.
The little tweets aiming my soul,
Could not have been any better to console.
The inner joy was dancing high,
On soothing nature's lap I lied.
I knew this euphoria won't last long,
The ecstasy would end as a finishing song.
The unfurling of the book's pages,
Asked me to 'live the moment', it'll be there for ages.
Every second I 'breathed in' the joy,
My heart felt warm and devoid of any cry.
The book got the opportunity to see that smile,
Which had faded during the living miles.
The joy was true and pristine,
I wonder if He also wanted to see it with such keen.
The nature was within me is what I realised
There was apparently nothing to seek outside.