Deep into the Alps

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.