Sunbeams fall on the meadows,
Like a golden line drawn by a golden chalk,
Across the green pastures,
And under the dense autumn tree,
I sit with my best friend.
Not my best friend,
A best friend who will never leave me,
A best friend whom I can trust,
A best friend who will give me joy,
A best friend whom I can take everywhere.
A best friend, neither a human nor an animal,
But a collection of pages,
Exposing the ultimate,
Realm of imagination.
My vitamin “C’
My only portable magic,
My best friend,
Who never gives up,
For making me happy.
July, 2025
