I Get It All

A painting in motion

With strokes of royal blue and a touch of purple.

Tiny specks of light scattered on the endless canvas,

Keeping the night well lit, courtesy of the silver circle.

Chilly gust of wind

Rushes out from every nook.

Roaring loud in its whisper

As it clears the debris on the street

Giant trees stand tall and brave

Branching out moist green leaves

with droplets hanging at its edge

Watering the soil one drop at a time

Silence is humming a sweet tune

That which is comparable to none

For in it lies immense serenity

The answer to all quests.

This moment I encapsulate -

For in this little, I get all.