Melancholy and The Senses

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sea of green hills
that stretches as far as the eye could reach
And the cotton candied clouds
swimming over my head
in the bright blue sky above

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the rainbow
that seems to emerge from my garden
after the rain
And the bright yellow sunset
which quietly goes but to return the next evening.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the rain that falls
on the tin roofs
for the musical extravaganza
And the wind that blows softly
to tell me I'm alright.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sweet smell of pine
in the shadow of which as a child I used to play
And the whiff of fermented fish or soyabean
being prepared as I pass by the lanes
I so am at home.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the sweet and sour fruits
that herald the change
of every season
And the taste I have acquired
for the beautifully bland assortment.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the humility and calm I feel
To the touch of my father's wrinkled skin
And the sense of achievement I see
in my parents' eyes
Every time I return.

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the love that's expressed
not through words,
but deeds
Of the bright faces that glow
for the most part that I'm not around

I'd give anything
Just anything
For the long winding roads that take me to places
where I am most happy
just to have been spotted.
And thus, the melancholy of it all
Keeps me close to my home.