to the sky
which is such
a translucent bright blue
today
I think of the world
as a painting
the big white clouds
the golden sun blazing
down on the green mountains
and forests below
and the teak trees
the orange flowering
tulip trees
the silver oak trees
the jackfruit trees
and every other tree
here in Kumily
is so beautiful
and I can see
green parrots fly
like helicopters
towards the sky
and then the flowers
in all their
gorgeous colours
red roses bloom everywhere
and there are so many
other ones too
blue yellow orange
white purple
the mind becomes
a happily circling
kaleidoscope
of colours
and a brown bear
drinks honey
from a honeycomb
and elephants drink
water from the river
which flows sparkling
like a wonder in silver
and gold
and the black monkeys
hoo hoo and leap from
tree to tree
and my heart jumps in joy
and I am flying in the wind
and suddenly I spot my house
and decide to head back home
and here I sit at my table
writing this
knowing very well
when I die
what I will miss.