Memories

I stay back on a summer day
Passing time and space
In another’s land

Time stays afloat
For more than a few moments
And I see more than other’s do

Stagnant water with a myriad hue
A little frog passing through
A mouse, a sapling and a heap of dried leaves

I lie down to smell the ground
That immaculate and fresh feeling
Can’t I be that small and nice?