After a long journey
in a winged machine,
soaring at great heights,
with my legs longing
for freedom from
cramped confines,
a refreshing spectacle
draws my travel weary legs.

The sight makes me
jog my memory...

going  back to celebrating
those colour days,
of tiny hands
running out lugging a basket.

Purpose:
To fetch the maximum
number of colours...
be it an assortment of leaves,
flowers, stones or seeds.