All I do is miss you....And the way we used to be.

Imagine
An early morning breeze
lush green woods
Cold wind flowing through your hair
The leaves flying in their graceful descent to
The grass covered ground, with dew drops strewn about
The cool leaves caressing your feet as you lightly
step around
all in white - careful to not disturb the colours around you
with the smell of lavender and roses
weaved into the wind

The early morning kind Sun
bright and tender
lightly brushing the surface of the
deep blue lake
with crystal clear water,

And the enchanted mountains
spiraling heavenwards

The music of birds chirping,
and rain dancing down
laden with the sweet smell of
sodden earth,
telling stories of
lavish showers to come,

of brimming pools,
gurgling streams

that green leaf
bursting to burgeon

that tiny tendril
now curling around a stalk
careful to not strangle a
blossoming flower

of orchids and tulips
of that lily waiting for the lake

of grand pianos, smooth guitars
mesmerising flutes,
splashes of colours

of monsoon at home....