That morning’s trip
Was such a jolly grip
That’s taken the swallow
In full glee
To stop near the firm Tree.

A pretty quiet early morning...
Blessings coming with a fresh bree
Lasting beyond this mild sunny day
Amid noble thoughts, some concerns
Fond memories, eternal reveries!

Soft rain drops falling on the gro
Celestial blessings around
Purifying the atmosphere
Offering us much joy here.
Trees, animals and everyone

Stemming from an impulse
Or a great wish maybe
Now the poet sees himself
Crowned his art and knowledge
Around a distant ocean.

Oh! The blue butterfly enjoys soa
Her fragile wings have become stro
And she even yearns for touching t
Her flight looks steady and bright
Supported by a sweet, yellow daffo

A feeling of nostalgia
Seems to stay
Overwhelmingly
A flash of sweet melody
Brightens the day

For a while she’s paused
Out of awe her eyes clos’d
Journeying across miles
Cherishing lovely smiles.
Her mind lingered on...

It all comes from the heart
And the enlightening of the mind
Composing lines of art
Under mysteries of the kind...
It may be a relief from grief

One feels one dies... before dying
One undergoes pain in this living
One feels the dream fades away
Yet one believes in a unique Ener
That proves one isn’t astray.

There are plenty of voices around
Resonating in our mind
Striking us in different ways.
Some have escaped from characters
Lively portrayed in books