Falling in love

I stare at the hills beyond my window- You have laid out pink blossoms for me to gaze at while I sip my morning tea.

Your birdies, tiny brown ones with yellow around their eyes, they perch on my window and talk amongst themselves. Sometimes, unaware of my presence they whistle a tune or two. Only you could have managed to teach birdies to sing ! I look at the roses you have bloomed, what perfection! how did you manage to make them smell like this? And those white flowers, I have no clue what we humans call them, the fragrance they behold- that must be how love smells if it could be bottled.

You stand there constantly burning so that my world is filled with light. Unfailingly, you wake me up every morning. You send your love in envelopes of smiles that come my way, through friends and well wishers. You know I love butterflies; what a feast of colorful flapping wings you spread for me.

Come june , you take those huge water brushes and paint the entire hills in various shades of green, with small water-falls that jingles its way through. The whole place comes alive with the birds calling out to each other. Eagles soaring in the sky, while parrots sit pecking at themselves.

How can I help not fall for you?

You fill my heart with love, the greatest gift of all. I wish I could pour it out the way you do - caste-creed; man-woman; strangers-friends; animals-birds; living-non living;....all inclusive, all encompassing!