Seeing the setting sun as i walk past the river,
Tall trees resting in front, in background, the reddish rays flicker.
Birds moving back to their nest, adding a shade to the sky,
It’s neither a canvas, nor a dream, but the soul beginning to fly.
I look around and wonder, what is it that makes me stay,
The soothing blue, the lush green, their intermingle and play.
The wind blows and the sky turns grey,
I close my eyes and hear a ripple say,
“In this moment is where your heart lies,
Neither the hustle-bustle of the town, nor the crowds’ cries.”
It’s this soil from where I come and where I’ll go, I remember,
So I hug the grass, and to the moment, I surrender.