Writing makes me ponder
Over the places I wander.
It’s a place of escape
Another mesmerising landscape.
I lose my identity
Become one with the almighty.
I become a bird who rules the sky
I walk on the rainbow and I fly.
I am the silver lining to that cloud you see
I am one of the raindrops in the sea.
I feel the dew on my feet bare
By just penning imagination down in my wooden chair.
I become a plankton deep under the ocean
As words express the emotion.
I explore and travel
Mysteries of life unravel.
Writing is an escape
To a beautiful landscape.