An air of ecstasy

The wind started to whistle in my ears,
A song of joy, a pleasant scent it bears,

A tree nearby burst into laughter fits,
As the wind rustled through its leaves,

The trees on the hill side looked awesome
Dancing a ballet swiftly over the rhythm

The golden barley far off waved at me
Cheerfully to say ‘hey…look at me’

Above me was the sky’s pencil sketch,
Smoky clouds touching the hill on edge,

‘Where to?’, I asked the doves flying by
But they were in much hurry to reply

Drop by drop the rain started to trickle down

I Spread my arms to grab the blessing pouring down.

1422 hours
22 September 2008

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