If only I was free to twirl at the tweets of a summer flock,
If only I could sway myself along the beats of the waves hitting the rocks.
If only I could tiptoe to the silent and the farthest hills,
If only I could stretch my arms amidst the luster surrounding the stills.
If only I could feel the mellow of the blooming flowers between my fingers,
If only I could let out all those fears that in my mind linger.
If only I could find myself lost among the sanctity of the sea,
If only I could let the refreshing winds bring out the unrestrained me.
If only I could embrace the bountiful and serene lanes,
If only I could let the tiny drizzles obliterate all my unsettling strains.
If only I could savor the aroma of the wet mud that the rains bring along,
If only I could hum along the winsome nightingale’s song.
If only I had the dexterity to unfold my wings and whirl like the peacock,
If only I could hear the silent whispers of the waves hustling against the rocks.
If only I could build my own world among the greens,
If only I could create this dreamy and idealistic scene.