And it was her beacon that started it all
The guiding light, that showed me her world
I would run, if not walk
or even crawl
to follow that beacon
go after her call
to get to that exciting, seductive
convincing, wonder conceding
hope exceeding
adventure impending
world that she wished to show me
Which would deem her as
In my eye
Anything but
Ordinary
So I let her hands grab mine
As she guided me
towards the extraordinary,
the scary, and at the same time, divine
world of hers, as it engulfed me
in a hypnotic trance of tranquility
and I never realized this but
nature replenishes our leaking soul
as did she help me gain control
of the dreary, boring, humdrum toll
while she conjured up her warm cyclone
and blew away my monotone
thus then I was ready, to head on back
back to get my life on track
and then, she questioned to be excused
as her rivers, fountains, streams and mountains
each that were ready to receive the others
many more like me, fatigued and tired
to spend time with her, to get inspired
Before I left, she looked at my eyes
And smiled and bid her humble byes
And from the skies, I could see she had gone
She - divinity I stumbled upon