The Hills have Eyes

The air smells damp with the perineal rain 
The mountains shape shift in and out 
Like cardboard cut outs on Aladdin’s Play

Dirty snow turns into water
Gushing and gurgling; 
Rushing and giggling;
Over chalky white rocks, 
Surely into the valley.
The rocks magnanimous, 
shinning slate grey;
With natural scars, 
running down their entirety.
The trees gorgeous, 
shimmering dark green
Their pinnacle tops, 
staring right into the blue sky.

The sky turns purely purple out of the blue
Lines smudged into borders of white clouds 
Bright orange the sun was sinking from view . 
The terraced meadows
lush and rich, 
The farmers unhesitantly 
smile and wave
The bus sways gracefully 
along the soft curves
Rushing upstream 
The slithering river 
Light sieves through 
leaves of the dense forest 
Warming me with 
the sense of superior motives 
How beautiful is this world, with 
Its birds & monkeys 
Its ravines & rainbows 
How powerful is The Mother
A pop to shut your ears 
A swish to make you sick
How treacherous are we, lost 
In our fights & traumas 
In our problems & troubles

Forget, its not important
For you are the
Universe in totality.
As long as there is 
Force in my feet 
Air in my lungs 
I will live to see everything 
This sphere has to offer 
‘Cause her magnificence
Is calling for me. 🌏