Steps of Thoughts

Steps of Thoughts

Mundane is mundane no more, 

When images speak in pitch dark clouds; 

Impending downpour and confetti drizzles.

Heavy showers, incessant☔️ rains.

Of a tree🌲 tired of standing upright, 

Gently afloat on a placid lake.

Of ducks gliding, quacking, pecking.

Of a pristine white swan on a swift overdrive.

What if those birds were paper planes ; 

Children with hands outstretched,

Birds turned into planes would land, 

Onto their giddy delirious selves.

Mundane is mundane no more, 

When pigeons unafraid,

Settles and croons, on a bench that stands; 

In testimony of some Loved One's loss engraved.

The five-pointed Texas Lone Star⭐️,

The pine trees like Christmas chandelier;

I say this which seems mundane to many,

Is far far from mundane to Me.