A gust of refreshingly cold air rushes forth

setting waves and ripples amidst the gold hued fields

wherever I gaze , its magical and golden, the mellowness
and the basket of nature is more than full to the brim

overwhelming and spattered and splurged plethora of bright colour and

shades
this is the country side farm lands I am travelling through
I always loved the old barns and farmlands , its ethnic , wild untamed
earth spirit
there’s an ancient wooden wicket as the entrance to this greatness

whole new ecstatic world very beautiful unfolds right before my eyes
here I can see the middle aged farmer working on the fields , plying his
hi tech tractor
the green colour of the vehicle is sparkling and scattering the sunlight
along with him are his two children , cherubic angel ones , I come to
know their names as Ra and Chris

exuberant blue eyed yellow haired little ones , they are enjoying the ride
as enough as I am on my mission
smiling and sometimes laughing , tractor is moving on , cutting through
the fields of gold
and children in an upbeat mood , arms outstretched and reaching
skywards
perfect and picturesque , paradise calls afar
they , as I find , are carrying a leather made satchel where water is kept
and occasionally they embark down where they see a small stream or
rivulet
collect water in the satchel, then again beautiful journey continues past
leaf shaded cool roads and the basking in glory lemon hued fields
children of the farmer and thereby belonging to this rare ethnicity , the
beautiful barns and farms
they are as natural , spontaneous , this is their home , their birth right ,
their earnest love

late afternoon , sunset will occur soon, all my bags are packed up ,
ready to go
how I hate to wave good bye
I have unconditionally chosen a life of celibacy and have no children
I am walking along life’s roads for quite sometime now , seeing places ,
far and wide

my endless love for the farmlands and barns

as long as I live , I d come again and again
In the warm company of beautiful farmland people
all the while , weaving memories and creating new friends

as I am slowly walking away from the problems in my life

moving forth to the brightness , the embodying light and carnival spirit of
the farmlands , all angelic people out there …. my beloved friends