Rooted

Lush green trees,
Sound of buzzing bees,
The chirruping of a bird,
As I take a sip of my curd.
Peek out of the window,
To see the whole show.

Rains pouring down,
The clouds playing clown,
I look further on,
Oh what a lovely morn,
The garden and the pathway,
Seem to in music sway.

Leading to the curved road,
Through greenery that hold,
My vision takes in all,
Every beauty big and small,
Moves on to the sea,
That calmly looks back at me.

I spy on the Naval ships,
That standby like lovely clips,
Waiting to defend and save,
A nation and its people brave,
Then I come to that line,
So thin and fine,
That touches the sky,
Suddenly, I wish I could fly!!!

Note: This is a scene I would enjoy every morning when I looked out of my window when I was in Port Blair.