One

I wish,
to wear the stars,
the bright ones
and dance with the curves
of trails and snakes
Or stand on the waters
and sleep with ocean and lakes
to embrace the mountains
in sweet intimate ways
and grow the trees
inside me as mothers
or hold the sands
Like my own brothers

I wish,
the stars, the lakes,
the trails and snakes
mountains, trees and sands
respond in their own little ways

And, me and nature
Become one.

- Shweta