the science of light

sometimes, on the cloudless blue days
when the sun has baked the
newly spring air,
and the naked branches hang
delicately adorned with
green life,
sometimes, you can hear
the golden sunlight and a perfect
stillness
and the air, that smells of mint
and jasmine
leaves you feeling intoxicated.
On those days, your mind
(supposed to be learning quanta)
would much rather dance in the
sunbeams,
than soak up the knowledge printed on a
lifeless page.