A voluminous rush of green
whipped past my window,
as the sun's rays kissed the spire
of the blessed mountains in the horizons....

The floret adorned the trees,
and the veins clung to the branches
like the clasp of a dimpled hand
upon the mothers bosom.

Our divine soil,
filled with fertility,
embellished with glistening water,
Underneath whom danced our little brothers,
that enthralled me,
reminiscing me of a flawless picture....

But it all just
whirred against my relieved face,
making it flustered again,
A view of not more than
a moment.
I was given one moment of ecstasy,
as I felt my spirit soar high...
And that instance ,
I treasured dearly....
but it was mercilessly
seized from me,
as soon as it ended.