Overlooking my beautiful home,

In the sprawling, well-manicured garden,

Nine, wizened old gems are emblazoned,

On each of whose massive trunks,

Settles a crown of leaves- hefty and dense,

More grand than that of an Emperor…….

The garden is covered with a carpet of lush grass,

On which dazzling peacocks stroll lazily,

And naughty squirrels create mirth,

Which feed hungry honeybees,

And on which fascinating butterflies dance……

On this carpet- peppered with a range of vibrant flowers,

Under a symphony played by an array of birds,

A mesmerizing pattern of shadows is laid out- ever-changing,

Drawn alternately- and sometimes in unison,

By the Sun and the Moon,

Each wielding its own brush, and set of colors,

Luminescent & oozing with romance, when the Moon is full,

Eerie & scary, when the Moon has taken a sabbatical,

Bright and full of mirth, on a Sunny day,

Dull and gloomy, when the Sun & clouds play hide and seek…..

Making me wonder, as to how, or rather who,

Can conceive, and implement this magic,

With such dexterity and firmness of hand, and mind,

That it doesn’t falter even once…..

But no matter for how long, or how often,

I ponder to seek an answer to this riddle,

Each time I end up being a seeker,

Standing at the very point from where I began my search,

Left forever to admire this majestic spectacle of celestial art,

As it unfolds before my eyes-an inconsequential blob of water,

Fleeting through time on a blue oyster,

Floating around an ordinary star, in a small galaxy,

Tucked in a remote corner of the vast emptiness of this Universe…..