the invigorating mountain breeze, the singing of birds, the mountains – the sights, sounds and smells. i fall in love spellbound.
the rains, flowers sprout up every where in rainbow colors.
spring, branches of trees stoop with ripened fruits.
summer, the sunshine peeping through the mist and clouds.
winter, the softly falling snowflakes make sheets of purity.
i prefer the cacophony of singing of the birds to the noise of traffic and the smells of the earth and the woods to burning tires, garbage and fumes.
i prefer to see the entire rainbow uncovered by tall concrete buildings, the sunshine free from thick smog.
is it because i am blinded by love? the mountain, hills and the rivers await me-holding out their arms.
a blind man has finally seen light.