In a field of luxurious cloth spread across a painted canvas,
On distant plush , green meadows,
beaming with comfort and slumber,
Unshaken with the weight of human race,
Moving on its own pace,
I see the windmills weaving a wonderful scape of a countryside so unique ,
In solitude with nature a few moments I sneak ,
learning from the windmills real quick.

imparting lessons to be strong as a gaint yet a gentle flower ,
standing tall as a tower with outstretched arms hurling winds to churn air to power.
stability to be your own they shower.

hold your head high , exchange greetings with the sky ,
the Ceilings of heaven ,tranquility reaching the eye,
nothing is impossible if you try .

feel the wind playing sweet notes to the ear feeding music to the soul ,
beaming sunshine and positive atmosphere,
brightening each day year after year.
Come again they say , no adieu , no goodbye,
Seek more lessons from the windmills when you pass them by.

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar