The Gull

I meditated till it came Pure and free a gull it was I wanted to catch it and it escaped Was it my vision or a moment of trance Flying high in the sky it was so light Worldly affairs could not bind it It enjoyed nature's bounty It dipped itself in the fresh air The depth of the ocean was no more scary New heights it had reached My mind wanted to attain the gull's achievements Mother Nature had to give me freedom My soul wanted that liberty Flying high in the sky meant salvation A soul mate was found in the gull inspired by Nett's sense of meditation and struck by her gull in poem 'Fleeting Visuals' (free verse)