Stepping on the stones, crossing the bridge,
Rain drops splash on my face, I hold them in my embrace,
Breathing in the green air, this earth calls me to her,
I look up into the sky, he opens his arms wide,
The stars scattered on his black robe, sparkle with surprise,
Laughing along with me, are the soft ferns, my feelings arise,
I am the daughter of the night, she accepts me in her bossom, with
delight,
A moth flutters past my ears, a bee hums my favorite tune,
Jasmine spreads its fragrant petals, and my world fills with beautiful
recitals,
The burning in my heart ceases, mother nature takes me in, for me her
hand reaches,
Ancient needs of my humanity resurface, for the child cannot survive
without his mother, I accept her bounty with grace,
To resurrect one's true insides, roots do call, everthing aside,
I relish this moment of pure bliss, I am purified, with a gentle kiss,
Of her, Of his, I am theirs, Daughter of the air, taking away my despair,
I heal my bleeding soul, in the lap of nature I lie,
How ever hard may a mortal try, the magic of this nature,
Fails to die...
Pradeeta Mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-58/
