The silence of this sea,
Always says something to me.
This horizon this brink,
Always gives me a song to sing.
These patterns of moon,
Always gives me a humming tune.
This boundary less sky,
Always gives me wings to fly.
The tiny drops of rain,
Always gives me a landscape to paint.
This wind when blows my hair,
Always gives me a reason to come out of despair.
These broken leaves dancing in my ways,
Always gives a known smile to my face.
This warmth of the first ray of sun,
Always gives me a new inspiration.
This melody of the flying bird,
Always reminds me of a beautiful song I once heard.
This sight of the falling cascade,
Always makes me come out of my masquerade.
This freshness this purity,
Always helps me find the real me.
This place covered with fascinating nature's sheet,
Always gives my heart a new beat.
By; Rebeca