Sundays be like this

A sky gorgeous blue and tufts of cotton

White, sometimes dusty gray fleeting by.

A sparkling lake mirrors the azure above,

Its calm waters breaking into happy ripples as the ducks splash around.

The mesmerising and many shades of green, bathed fresh in the brilliant and glorious sunshine

Fills our souls with a new hope.

Of days ahead pregnant with possibilities of miracles yet to happen !

Me with solitude as my companion,

Just a small speck, lost in the vastness of creation

Wondrous of nature and its finest details.

In the rays of the sun filtered through the canopy of the neem above,

Or in the stark red and black of the ladybirds on the leaves of grass

I drink in their beauty and the day fills my heart with abundance of joy of being here, of being alive.