LOST IN FANTASY
LOST IN FANTASY
Sitting under the canopy,
My mind drifted away,
Away to the distant mountains,
Hither thither, my mind lay.
The mountains; barren in winter,
Green-clothed in spring,
Beautiful flowers and ripened fruits
Summer is a beautiful thing.
Then, cool dry winds raged
Shedding the leaves and flowers,
It's autumn; the season, that's aged,
It's the harbinger of cottony showers.
The coldest of all; winter walks in,
Surroundings, painted white,
Lives seemed to freeze, how mean!
Yet life must go on, dull or bright.
Suddenly, I found back my mind,
Which made me; for minutes; blind.
I was in my own life's fantasy,
Helping me receive endless ecstasy.