LOOKING AHEAD

Walking through the flourished meadows,
savouring the sand so sweet...
It wouldn't be the acid rain this time,
nor the past that I'd want to meet...


Freedom from oppressed thoughts,
reaching the shore from the oceanic bed,
A feel to express my reticence,
to the nature I shall confess....

The tall grass seemed like an archway,
an archway to triumph I thought....
A tranquil sleep awaits me,
on the bed of roses and the earthy quilt..