At times I sit and wonder

Of things that have occurred yonder

This feeling is so new

This fresh point of view

What has happened to me

Is something I cannot fully see

All this is just like a dream

The sensation of standing in a running stream

When the water tickles my feet

Like a pleasurable treat

I never thought that I’d think like this

And still count it as a bliss

Many times I think that it’s all wrong

But then this feeling goes so strong

I can do nothing but comply

And sit down to reply

To a mail sent from a hundred miles

Which fills me with a thousand smiles