Soul’s Ecstasy

a poem by Mint

Pure, deep and still
Devoid of stress – soul’s rest.
Ssssshh! Don’t make noise,
It is relaxing- before next being.
Let it enjoy the freedom,
Soon it will learn the age-old wisdom.
Let it sing, let it dance,
It might not get another chance.
Look at the smile in innocent eyes,
Allow the play for a little while.
Then comes the time to give it up,
To cross the tunnel towards next sign up.