The moment when the Sun glows on your skin

The moment when the breeze touches you

The moment when the mountains make you realise 

The moment when everything below the mountain looks beyond beautiful 

When the changing hues of the sky paint your mind blurring everything that you know

When the mountain top gives you space and time to say all that you wanted and may be never ever uttered

But all in silence. 

The raw nature of things I adore

The wild grass 

The gushing roaring river flow

The trees, big or small

Swaying, bending just like our souls.

I sway

I flow 

I feel alive 

Among trees, bushes and leaves 

scattered like truths and lies.

Pronounce me dead if I don’t flow.

I belong everywhere but no one owns.