-the man, the parakeet and the rock-

                         I
as i walk on the green grass
crushing the sharp blades with every step
i look up at the blue sky
carrying with it the afternoon sun
i look around me
the greenery blending with the brown tree trunks
i close my eyes, soaking in the beauty of it all
the silence so peaceful, i heard my thoughts
i open my eyes, walking further into non existence
i find a stream, our paths impeding
i watch it run over white rocks
gradually but permanently altering their faces
i bend down and pick one up
i look at the white rock
clutched in my two brown hands
walking a few steps away from the stream
i toss it onto the green grass
crushing more of it
i find it land, another toss away
from a giant pear tree
the network of branches of the pear tree hung low
overladen with green leaves and yellow pears
casting on the green grass below it
a circle of shade, the trunk at the centre
a hard days work done
i walk over to the center of the 'shady' circle
and lie myself down on the green grass
no sooner than i was horizontal
a yellow parakeet arrived to give me company
she sits on the branch, under whose shade i rested
a tiny beak looks down at me
as my drowsy eyes look back at it
'chirp' it chirps the chirpiest chirp.
"a penny for your thoughts, little friend,
a penny for your thoughts', i say.

                         II
i took flight
taking off from a sturdy branch
of the apple tree
i flap my frail wings
soaring higher into the blue sky
flying towards the golden sun
like a moth attracted to a light
i rise as high as i can
before adjusting my tail feathers
and tucking in my wings
giving myself in to gravity
free-falling towards the green land
picking up speed
the wind ruffles my feathers
from flying to the blue
i was now falling to the green
it was a vivid green of many shades
with a thin blue line drawn across it
curving and bending irregularly
i spread my wings out again
floating towards the brook
i watched the blue stream flow along with me
as i flew over it
following its every crook and turn
as we meandered together, the rivulet and i
a rock that sat out of place caught my eye
i altered my course and flew towards it
deviating from my intended path
i circled over the rock twice
wondering how it got to be where it was
unable to solve the mystery
and tired of all the wandering
i fluttered to the nearby pear tree
perching on one of its branches
the flying coming to a halt
i looked down at what lay at the bottom of the tree
a man who was looking right back at me.
"a penny for your thoughts, young man,
a penny for your thoughts", i chirped.

                         III
i wake up from my siesta
the water was the warmest
at this time of the day
i was bathed and cleansed
sitting as fresh as i could be
i looked up through the surface of the water
towards the other world
the sky was very blue today
almost as blue as my world
i watched the sun dancing
through the ripples of my stream
i look around me
my brothers being rinsed
as they still sleep
a school of fish swim by me
a few over me
their fins flailing about
and their shimmering scales
glistening in the light from above
a few fishes later
darkness envelopes us
i look up to see, the alien face of a man
his head blotting out the sun
ending the day, beginning the night
his two fore limbs penetrate into my world
and haul me out into his
as i make the transition, day begins again
he hurls me onto the green grass
where i stumble and lay
becoming stationary again
i watch a bright yellow parakeet above me
it hovers about, completing two rounds
before zipping to the pear tree
under whose shade the man now lay
i watched the two of them watch each other.
"a penny each for your thoughts, my two friends,
a penny for your thoughts."