Onto the meadows ,
Behold ! The Solitary Lass melodiously sing,
Perhaps of plaintive tales bygone or coming along ,
A hard day at work filled with murk !
Maybe of little something's that in the brain flow's along, of  places where one can belong.

The tiniest , dainty , wild floral array,
that fade with time and tide , rise hopes of
blooming bright and reassure to stay .

A smile fitting gaily on the face,
Giving out a positive frame to the human race.
A moral to be happy through life's upheaval phase.
Life is a will-o-the -wisp yet god's greatest creation
Life is full of stories , Right ?
Nobody can  foresee the might .
Humming to you and me she reiterates,
a confident smile is so apt to give life a good fight !

Simple moments become special and linger long after,
soothing the soul's to the lost beauty of life's chapter .
Each moment is precious.
Life takes its paths
even thereafter!

©Mrunalini.D Nimbalkar