Perhaps, besides me others felt it too,
Perhaps the sky was bluer than blue;
Perhaps the sky bluest shy all blue,
Perhaps, that day was truly blue.
Or may be, I was out for easy fun,
Perhaps, I thought it easy thing to do.
As many a time, I had seen it done,
It could have been the wind or way it blew,
Or may be it was absence of the sun.
Something there was of which I have no clue,
In the middle of morning sun
A patch of grass flowed into any view
On that long past morning, I for one,
Was touched by fleeting magic, It is true.