I MUST GO TO KATMANDU JUST LOOK

How the trees
Do love the breeze
Shaking their luscious locks
A line of limes linking arms
In touselled greenery
Making a tumultuous crowd of gossips
Shushing whispering excitedly nodding:
As passing along the news
"We are so lissom so alive and in full bloom
Revelling glorious green in the Sun..."
Watching I too join in their fun
Knowing this moment is real...
Theirs... mine ... and One.