Stumbled upon her

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