Thanking a Photon.

This dark forest I stand and watch,

Within me sprouts a nameless glee,

Days put me in deeper notch-

Rundles made from my own soul-tree!

Raping up my stories of past,

Roars and sings these rock emissions.

Tales of love, hate, cry and aghast

Shows me the sky, all life machines

Dampen my psyche, few great moments

Instilled in me were many knots.

Saw and felt, had no comments,

Filled bliss into my abyss pots.

Rumbling wind swished to sweet breeze,

The dame in me felt a pouring ease.

Why? and how? kept haunting me

The cause I stood on this land piece;

Tossed me to a pink-muse spree,

Void of echoes I stayed in peace.

The next step, planned the toe,

To quench or daunt from something new.

Heart hummed, pleasing still low,

A tyro in life dancing in a queue,

One more limp, a walk far ahead,

Nudged the spirit, yet dint move.

Lucid aims keep gushing the blood

Young in flesh, wants to prove.

Had no guess for this frozen etch,

Raised my chin to the scenic fetch.

Shallow dot of an afar light,

Marched out there a dreamy knight!