I can feel it,
The ever-desired freshness of the breeze
Blowing over the moist dew clad den trees

I inhale breathlessly
The sweetness of the scorched earth
When the rain showers down upon her berth
I listen earnestly
The inquisitiveness in the rustling of the leaves
With the soft whispers among the dancing trees

Quickly, I freeze
In an attempt, to hold the moment still
To seek the heavenly bliss
To walk barefooted on the soft wet lawn
The blades on grass as smooth as velvet drawn
I tread on gently, hoping to be light footed
Least I damage the tender blades
I go on lost, all alone, a loner
And find myself a secluded corner
Its then that I see them all
Thousands and thousands of them call
All of them, tiny souls come to life
Or would it be right to say
That I become alive
To all those tiniest beauties
Always nestling unnoticed in JJ’S RAVINES.