Meditative Trance

The hills rose proudly, trying to reach the sky.. or stretching out dreamy-eyed, besotted in love.. trees and bushes went wild, encroaching freely, landing their ownership wherever they liked.. water formed rills and falls, in cleansing compassion.. the hills stood unflinching turned to rock.. eyes for none other.. lost in meditative trance.. even grass fires people lit, could not change its impassive expression.. the worried clouds rushed to the moon, begging its intervention.. settled by its calm demeanor, they listened in awe, to the stories of diffident romance and rigid determination.