Dance at break.
Breath that hold so tight,
Spread it to the hills,
Leave it out to fly away,
Vanish to the air,
Like no one is watching you,
Make peace at ease,
The greens too vanish,
And turn to soil,
The dry earth that one steps on.
Then again one fine summer,
Starting back from the spring,
The colour wheel turns,
So as to paint the edges of the hills in greens,
in a way where no one could wish for.
✍️Rwrites