You step outside your closely-packed room

you peak outside your window

and espy the cerulean sky

you hear the melancholic dreamy jingle of the birds that turn your shades of grey to amber

you meet the bosky surrounding

and I’ve never been a Nemophilist,

but shouldn’t the sun rays filtering through the leaves of the tree make you one too?

Some may say that tranquillity is the best they’ll ever get

But for me, it’s the mellow touch of the exquisite breeze

you close your eyes

and the black screen in front of you starts flickering and coruscate into

something scarlet and paperwhite

and right before you start reminiscing to those the halcyon days,

you open your eyes so ethereally,

as if something is going to shut it right back in.

you then sight the limpid green trees balter

only for you to see,

as if it’s applauding you

for a prize you achieved.

The bard inside you

captures it all,

ere you could even feel something

your poesy is ready.

And then you see it all disappear, 

you feel scandalized for no reason at all.

there’s nothing else left to do now,

it’s ephemeral

but real.

And I know that it all just seems so beautiful

to be true.

My hiraeth for this once in a thousand-lifetime experience

shall be eternal.

as you walk away,

you feel the vista whispering “adieu for now”

you feel a mixture of happiness and dolour.

perchance it will happen again

but for now,

let’s live in my fantasy

inasmuch as I swear, we’ll stay truly ecstatic there