My spring takes a sigh..!
With blooming daisies and lilies,
As I pen a zigzag life,
Cushioning my cracking self-beliefs.
“What is it to be happy?”
My curious soul infinitely dwells,
I say it’s less to do with others…
More to do with self!
“But how ‘bout the worldly norms?”
Exclaims a probing brain!!
That you must adhere to survive…
It levies on me, while I stand in disdain!
Like what rain does to a dry land…
Turns green, a patch so brown,
For an aching median upraised by a human,
It’s for another human to bring it down!
A guitar string then resonates in the hills.
Ushers me out of my quilt…
My peace embraces me all over,
As I quit my fears, leave behind my guilt!
You must break free once a while!
Not every hymn needs to be chimed
Once a while, you must resume all pauses…
Not every mountain needs to be climbed!
A little bird then sings crossways,
Unlocks my canons sealed so insane,
Hums a soothing note…
My clutched soul breathes again!
Now I hold a conscience sans liability,
And everything that happiness brings…
Love, peace, and serenity,
These are the good things in my spring!