You Are Lovely

It is a land of clouds and mounds It is a land of color and sounds When I feel a little tired and bored I go to the doors of fountain grounds Life is a mix of winter and summer White grey snow and sun kissed flower When I feel a little tired and bored I prefer to come to the cloud-filled tower Small and big hills in multiple ranges Soft and rough ripples in numerous breezes When I feel a little tired and bored I sit at the valley with you and cheeses The tops of mountains are joyful places A dizzying rhythm between peaks and bases When I feel a little tired and bored I keep reading your beautiful faces Where the buds bloom in between the ridges Dark green grass seeks wild blue breezes When I feel a little tired and bored I set myself in building some bridges Where Lord Buddha sits on high hill top Neither existential sigh nor any tear drop No scope either to feel tired or bored I let my eye wander ever non stop Life is bountiful in the springs and hills You are lovely in both movie and stills ______________________________________ June 18, 2016