Beside a green grassy seaside I sit,
The fragrant misty breeze sweeps across my face.
Unconsciously in a different world I drift,
When full of life and laughter is the place.
To their chit-chats I try to relate,
But blissful seems the silent state.
Sometimes, words don’t flow easily.
The fragrant misty breeze sweeps across my face.
Unconsciously in a different world I drift,
When full of life and laughter is the place.
To their chit-chats I try to relate,
But blissful seems the silent state.
Sometimes, words don’t flow easily.
Far seems the bustle of the streets nearby,
Feeble is the clamour of the surrounding crowd.
Tranced, in my sweet little world I lie,
When everything around is merry and loud.
Inside me, my thoughts I try to collate,
Various aspects of life I contemplate.
Sometimes, words don’t flow easily.
Feeble is the clamour of the surrounding crowd.
Tranced, in my sweet little world I lie,
When everything around is merry and loud.
Inside me, my thoughts I try to collate,
Various aspects of life I contemplate.
Sometimes, words don’t flow easily.
I look at the tree leaves as in harmony they sway,
Some dance with the wind while some simply play.
I gaze at the birds high in the orange blue sky,
Some flutter hard while some glide by.
Enraptured, I admire the beauty so divine,
I realize that words cannot express the most precious thoughts of mine.
Do words always need to flow easily?
Some dance with the wind while some simply play.
I gaze at the birds high in the orange blue sky,
Some flutter hard while some glide by.
Enraptured, I admire the beauty so divine,
I realize that words cannot express the most precious thoughts of mine.
Do words always need to flow easily?
