root of happiness...

'it is your work?
is it not?
the root?
the origin of life?
Isabella asked...
'Why should I pray
for it?'

Francesco smiled...
the night sky...
was a beauty as ever...
and the stars twinkling
far
also looked like silvery sparkling dots...

'why should you?
no...for nothing...
really...

but for my debts...
my own...
to you...
i can just request...
for the sake of the journey of life...
for the road...
for the sake of this ocean...
the blue...
for the sake of the air...
that flows...
for the sake of flowers
that bloom...
for the sake of grassy blade
which shine...
for the sake of unwavering Faith...
just pray...'

Francesco paused...

Isabella was silent...

and the air seemed still...

and the scene had a stop...

as if everything was frozen...

and soon after...

there was a gong...

and
after that
breeze again blew...

the ocean again moved...

and

Happiness
in terms of  boisterous children at a park...
and icecream parlours agog...
and swinging trees...

emancipated...