An earthy spiritual moment

Summer could be a time to taste the salty spray of oceans
Or lazily sip iced wines
But one Summer afternoon on a dusty endless plain
There was a tree
One tree
A bouquet of white branches
Starkly inking
Looming storm

One Autumn evening
Tangled with fickle winds and flying leaves
I could only think of home
Shelter
Escape
Till I saw a barefoot young girl
By the side of the road
Casting her arms to the whirling chaos
And dancing

One Winter Dawn
When the Sun's Tears
Glistened
High
On a frosty
Mist-shrouded Mountain
I watched the lonely gold of a Wildflower
So much more than just
A garden
And felt the fleeting Kiss of Music
So much more than just
Hello

Spring could be a time to float on the scents
Of jasmine and roses
But one Spring morning
There was a drop of dew
One drop of dew
A tiny rainbow
In a fragile bubble

Searching for the lost Gem.
Yearning for the First Blanket