Deep into the Alps
There is a rarity,
blue, green and all shades in between
Invincible is its scenery
Everything seems within reach
and yet mysteriously distant
Like air,
You feel it and yet you dont
Time comes to stand still
Nothing here moves
Even the tiny waterfall from the brook
As if stuck in a loop
The continuum of events
and the untouched marvel
The predictability of it all,
Leaves you wanting for more
May be a sudden shriek of a bird
A whirlpool of dried leaves
Sun shining brighter
Nothing that endangers
But alters,
Transforms the dreaded tranquility
into streams of emotions
Making it human or rather myself
Alas! Nature of the nature
It does not work that way
The character of this piece of the world
has its own purpose and path
A stone thrown into the waters
A loud cry into the woods
Makes a ripple long enough for a song
echoes in all directions for a deep breath
This is above and beyond me
for comprehension
But I miss the point
The mystery of nature
is its paradox
of cyclicity
If I wait long enough,
there is going to be a rain,
There is going to be snow
There would be spring bringing a change of colors
It is all going to happen
Each summer isn't going to be the same
Neither would be the winter
If I got the eye to observe,
If I got the patience to give time.
