By Shravya
Not just memories or experience
The feel of my feet on dewy grass
As I jump around in joy
The warmth of the first rays of sunlight
As I revel in pure bliss
The crunch of dried forest leaves
As I trek my way up
The goosebumps in the wake of a cold gentle breeze
As I smile and sway to it
The smell of salty beach in the air
As I scrunch my nose to breathe
The soothing sound of moving water
As I sit down to soak it in
The bright flames of a campfire
As I lose myself in it
The unbridled chatter and laughter with relaxed strangers
As I let go of the anxiety from within
The random launch of songs and music
As I let the flow guide me
The different shades of blue and green the water can take
The camera clicks of the various poses dear sky can make
And the joy in just being instead of doing
That’s why I travel
By Shravya