On a Hot Sunday Morning

On a Sunday morning graced with heat

I rode to that special place, painted dry

Where earth meets water and skies fade in too

Where meadows still abound and egrets fly around

Where every shore has a boat

And every shade has a cow.

I beheld the euphonious music of birds above me

As it merged into the rhythm of my feet

Pounding on the pedals of that majestic

Yellow bike of mine.

I found me a spot under the only tree exhibiting life

And alone with my imagination and thoughts

Sat in silence, to enjoy the gift of existence;

At peace with myself and all creation

Absorbing nature's song and its echoes

As the wind modulated every pitch

And birds making melodies, harmonized it all.

I felt like this should be my eternity

But a voice deep inside of me, said

Happiness will always fade away

But like the Sun walking the skies every day

It only matters that you trek along its way.