Solace

The fresh morning breeze,

With the captivating fog hanging around...

Distant chirps, and a steaming cup of coffee 

And to enjoy this phenomenon, it's just 'me' 

A walk down the busy lane, 

Watching the raindrops race on the windowpane

Seeing the majestically lit city view at the night

Every moment spent in solace seems bright...

The old known wooden bench, 

Magnificent trees, full in bloom...

I like being myself, with a book

Reading it beside the lamp in my room. 

I feel the waves, washing my soul.

And, the feet on a touch of water

turn into beautiful butterflies...

And in solace, my heart gleefully flies...