Home and heaven

Despite the sad circumstances, I did get an oppurtunity to visit home once again. The entralling beauty of the hills mesmerised me like every other time. Its a joy to watch the clouds rise up from the valleys and the rains drench the land. The incessecant waters seem to have a strange enchantment. Its almost as if they can wash every sorrow and pain. This makes me wonder if a bit of heaven was sent to earth when these hills were made. Here goes my simple poem, my ode to the hills, that I call my earthly home.

While wisps of clouds

rise with their wings

and drench me with their souls,

The winding road

trudges up the hill

here and there, I find it rolls.

The sunrays here,

are quick to go;

the fog it lingers on.

My home is there

among the hills,

and I its wandering son.

The green it gets

more greener still,

and skies with clouds surround.

If silently heaven

had shed a tear,

here it would be found!