High, Low And Lost

The trees are standing tall at a distance Are making efforts to reach the sky They sway, bend, and stretch themselves To pierce through the clouds The bizarre weather pulls them down The night flower has a wish To watch the sun as it rises shedding its glow To get its warmth and feel the love Of its tender touch Wrapping its petals it goes to sleep at dawn The wind plays flute over the meadows Sending waves across bed of ripe crops Dancing along with ripples of the running water The soothing sound goes up, falls low Inside the deep grove it gets lost Never to rise on the other side Winding its way through the silence The dream comes stealthily to the mind Sometimes it weaves stories of love Sometimes it chases you to the edge of a cliff As hours march on muscles feel relaxed Dream vanishes like a wisp of smoke