Destination

Someday I would love to live in a cottage set in the middle of the woods,where the door would open to a brook gurgling by and windows,to the wide expanse of a blue sky.Where mornings would be awash with golden light,afternoons a white shimmer,and evenings the colour of the dying light,in darkness aglimmer.Where the night would be basking in the moon's arms and stars lost in a divine dance.Where music would be the birds singing to the morning sun and the rendition of the chatteting brook accompanying the cool evening breeze,engrossed in frolic and fun.Where peace would drip from the quiet hills and the voice of tranquility by it's silent smile,thrills.Where spring would break into a riot of colours and summer rains swell the edgy rivers.Where the autumn would make the woods shine yellow bright and winter turn the cottage and the tree bending over it,white.Where time wouldn't be in a hurry,where moments would be happy and never sorry.Where oneday I'd grow old and grey,and with death I'll be gone,but my soul tethered to the cottage,will continue to stay.