River of Light

The first scenery as a child is drawn in the sky.. the sun peeping out of dark cloud shaped mountains.. creating a river of light in the sea.. the birds flying around.. turrets as huts, and trees standing tall and proud.. even the boats in the sea, dancing full of color.. taught or learnt, experiences always remain pure, enhancing, filling the sketches drawn by different hands.. captured in a moment.. freed the next.. till drawn afresh.. letting go is the key.. this moment is new.. this moment is complete.. this moment needs us to love it for itself..