Heartstrings

Who painted the sky-

the sea, the soil, the leaves

Who whispered the soft song-

to the dew, the buds, the grass

How the dawn sprinkles the magic- 

to the day commencing.

And when the sun just touches the skyline-

how so silently the morning can just lapse by

How incredibly strong and confident a tree can stand-

and delicately the creepers wrap around.

Why the morning makes the greatest solace-

and the evening the highest escape 

Why in the best of these essences and the hues-

the more I see, the more I behold and crave for 

Why the dusk approaches with all these 'why(s)'- 

and the dawn can just shut them all down. 

It might be the mere ecstasy- 

of just being a part of it.

The assurance that wherever I go,

will be the similar beauty and paradise.

By beholding it as much as can I-

and seeing the best of this sunshine,

might bring out the best in mine. 

And with this bond-

that softly evolves, outgrows and dwells by, 

may be someday so will I! 

                                                                                                                 -Goldi