Falling from the tree and flying with the cool breeze is all I wanted to do.
Flying across the picturesque grasslands and over the azure sky.
Falling and then flying again.
Colliding and then again flying.
Nothing but flying high is all i always wanted.
Sometimes over the sapphire sea and sometimes among the hustle and bustle of the city.
I find my piece of peace in the noises I hear.
The tranquillity lies in the greatest of tumults.
All it takes is the sense of wisdom to realize what you really have and what you really are.
I know it both.
My journey may be short and no one will ever remember me .
The best part about it is that I know who I am and what I really want.