Enchanting Prime

Closing the eyes, walking with nature,

Witnessing a thousand miracles,

Feeling the petrichor

Listening to the distant rain,

Lethal guests shatter my soul.

The primrose on the slope

Like sonic fresh – budding hope

Dancing beautifully in the palm of my hand

Dwells among the tender grass

Little children, when you pass

Brings the sweet smile,

That locks me for a while.

Everything completes the beauty of your symphony.