Lovely Workplace

Sometimes I feel, I have the best workplace,

my dining table.

One half is my art studio,

the other half holds my laptop.

I am working, writing,

inspiration strikes, I paint.

I am painting, in the middle of brushstrokes

an idea comes; I write.

When I feel burnout,

I open the glass doors to the backyard,

a personal heaven, year-round,

but more so this time of year,

roses and sunflowers

radiate neon brilliance.

Guava hangs in abundance,

butterflies flutter freely.

I see bees and grasshoppers too.

Sparrows are singing

above in the blue sky,

swallows gliding.

I sit near the nasturtium patch,

and the fragrance of star jasmine

embraces me.

I think, how privileged I am

got a lovely workplace.