What A Strange Thing!

Winds of thoughts my mind bring,

How intricate is it to fathom its thread strings!

The other day, I was on travel,

Beyond all the science and maths unravel.

Watching by, twelve was just a number,

Time flies like a deep slumber.

The road that took me,

Had everything flowing free as water be.

Sprinting nowhere, the trees seemed,

No less was the mountains deemed.

And I sat under a pine,

Reflecting on the ambience is so fine.

Birds in the sky,

Was an escape from my school dry?

Holy surroundings were the hellish respite,

From the dirt-laden city site.

Through the glass window when I see,

I'm reminded of the hill so free.

And all this comes to me when I think,

How this memory is a strange thing!