There might be ways to reach there, *

There might be ways countless
To reach there where serenity can be braced
But to be there with tranquil sense to get mixed
Is perhaps the only way to make out true
How nature comes with different hues,

There one can surely bid adieu
All things that keep one confined,
There one can always gather few
Images painted by colors of mind,

There , how the country road runs
Through the fields cutting across
There how thousand flowers bloom
Only for one to admire them with a pause,

There the sweeping breeze might turn
With smell of Jacaranda and Rhododendrons,
There might the nascent dew drops
Accumulate as heavenly returns,

On leaves and petals trembling with joys
There one might hear that sweet lovely voice
Of a ballad singer telling strange tales,
There might be upon cornfields cottony bales,

And with glory there might in bushes and hedges
Groups of dandelions in the air getting sprayed,
Through seeds and other forms of regenerative ways
The trees might be with happy trance getting swayed.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached, done by Marcelo Romani Borges; courtesy : Keith Linwood Stover, Iulia Gherghei)