Petrichor, The Eternal

The day light has dimmed, Sun is going down in the west, I am looking back, To the roads I left behind. How have I crossed those rocky paths! Pictures of some greenery Flash before my eyes, Amid thorny and sandy deserts, I hear someone calling behind. From where comes the voice? Is it from heaven or from my heart? So blissful this feeling! Is it sweet breeze of Spring? Or is it, from the wet earth The Petrichor rising? When life becomes heavy under grind stone, And heart chokes from unbearable pain, I hear that voice of assurance. How quickly the wound heals! I become a self sufficient whole, One complete being!