The Sphere of Souls

Down the riverside,

The trees sway with pride.

The wind dictates making my hair glide,

The elation of a boat ride.

A question quickly peeps,

This bond will we sustain?

Respect will reflect,

But, the relation won't strain.

In whom we confide,

The person whom we trust,

Is the true source,

Of the 'bonding' thrust.

People are like gems,

Multifaceted individuals.

Just be the truest all the time,

As the sphere of souls completes yearly circles.

- Arya Joshi