THE LIFE LOOKED READY TO EXPLAIN..

When I spoke to the sun.
The heat sounded soft spoken.

When I wrote to the moon.
The darkness was wide and open.

When I walked with the rain.
The flow stepped in only to gain.

When I talked to the terrain.
The stillness had a slipping plane.

When I slept in the fountain.
The soul was in unison to restrain.

When I ran on the mountain.
The life looked at, ready to explain.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/