WHO ARE YOU, I ASK?

The smell of the rain,
The sound of the sail,
The smell of wet soil,
The clouds in turmoil,

All may seem so intimate, 
Yet, insignificant they lay in the mind of my mate,
He sits and describes, 
The hardships in lives,
That hollows the heart of many,
And they end up in search of penny.

And he asks me to look around
For the ones, only passion, who surround,
And thanks me to be one of such kind.

Although, I do not understand,
What my mate has in his mind,
 I simply nod,
And start to sail again........

Thinking, there are many who live fully to survive,
And some, who survive to live fully.......... 

Who are you, I ask?