Miles and miles lay the road
And either side the stretch of land;
Cloudy sky raced along endlessly.
Sheep and horses graced oblivious while
The motorists aware of speed limits monitored;
Little baby slept peacefully.
The hills and valley watched distantly
And different time zones mattered not much;
Grass grazed the wilderness.
But the Universe heard the same song
Every soul rendered in the hours of strange unions
Loving their existence in the distinct frames of life.
Copyright (c) 2016 Deeya Nayar-Nambiar