In a lawn beneath a margosa tree's shade, Where leaves carpet the ground, a tranquil cascade. Butterflies flit, their delicate wings in flight, In the peaceful calm of a breezy midday light. The hum of birds and crows' gentle cawing sound, As they search for grain on the earthy ground. No soul in sight, just nature's quiet sway, As the world hums along, at work in its way. Through the alley's embrace of sun and shade, I wander, lost in memories gently laid. At 11 am, the world's hustle and bustle, But here, in this moment, no need to hustle. Trees dance in the breeze, a graceful ballet, As warmth caresses skin in a gentle display. A fairytale scene, nostalgia's sweet embrace, A bond with the past, in this tranquil space. Childhood echoes in the chirping birds' song, In the wind that whispers, where I belong. Top-level satisfaction in this moment's embrace, A nostalgic journey to a familiar place. With each gust of wind, a connection's made, To the past, to the present, in this pea