yet another thing-2

I look out of the window,
And I see it descend down.
With neat precision, one by one against the green.
Bound in my heart, like a painting.
What can be captured, what should be captured,
All of a sudden seems plain.
What once seemed out of reach,
So close, losing its value.
From supernatural to nothingness,
It was all slipping away.
Ordinary meant everything.

-Bindya Kannappa( yet another thing)