What a beautiful day this is...
I am seated by a tree...
I can hear the birds chirping...
The wind blowing...
Even fish in the pond are causing a splash...
There are kids running away from their parents...
It is like the whole nature wants to scream out of happiness...
And I am trying to write a poem for you...
But nothing comes to mind...
This whole place feels like a poem...
So then I am a poet immersed in a poem...
I suppose, as far as poetry goes, there could not be anything more beautiful than a poet being immersed in a poem...
I can only think of another sensation as beautiful as this...
And that is seeing my reflection on your eyes...
For your eyes are pure poetry...
So that is the other one instance where this poet was immersed in a poem...
Now I understand why looking at your eyes, in any season, feels like a spring day...