Calling out to nature

Enchanting like the hue of dawn

Mellow madness that makes me want to fly

Every time I see.

The perfect amalgamation of colours what not

Calling out for the land to rise beneath my feet.

Beseeching desert I heard has learned to create water out of dryness

The bud half bloomed has been kissed by a drop of dew

It has reddened with shyness.

I see in nature bewitching contentment in simplicity

A distant cloud calling out a traveler to breathe unknown wind.

The first cherry blossom sprinkle upon the old couple

The memory of their first night of love,

The bees conferring upon the flower, the sweetness of its being.

If I could touch the envied sparrow

The nightingale singing across the hills,

The sleeping city at early morn

The spring fed valleys.

Have wings like the butterfly

Spreading colours in rhythm,

Wear the gold that the sun throws on snow;

Walk the alter of the daisy filled road.

Gulp the first ounce of rays

Or drink the oozed out honey

My thoughts run wild

But I stay still

Could have I become a poem so beautiful?

Like the half moon of dusk awakening the dreamer in me.