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!