Strolling by dawn, in the country side
With aims abreast on a jungling rustling,
Towards the bask of the mountain
Over the hills with i, a green panther.
lo and behold;hearing the sweet sounds of daffodils,
Springing up in awe like the morning sun,
Trees in psithruism to the torrent of the waves,
Closing my eyes to the torrent life gives.

Aurora feelings of love,
swept me on a bask of inner joy.
Rainfall of sweet melodies of the pixies;
Engulf me in their respite of nature,
Shivers of nature reckon down the spines,
Escalates to the bountiful wisdom of the potter
Trailing the path of aloneness in the garden,
With I and myself and my wits and my prudence.

Once in a country side abode of the fireflies
At night like a bright star on the cloud.
On spring,illuminating on the river bed
Reflects of the river bed shone to the soul.

Once in a country side, with a bask of love
Sight of the forest lemonade ablooming
In a vibrant way.
The floral with a host of daffodils,
Warming I to the core of my existence so high.
The grassy grass on a great vivid ambiance,
Providing comfort to the stifling sun.
Of every fair to fair fades but not to nature.

Lily of the sun, sunflower as bright as the sun,
Top as brown as a bear on a jungling rustling
Sight marvelling just as the Daisy,
Fairies as told, their abode of old.

Once in a country side,
Sighting the ablooming flourished rose.
Autophil was i, stagnant was I on the sight of
The magnifique waterfalls, speaking of eloquence,
From the bottom to the top; the Apex.
Gushing out sweet smells of petrachar,
The soil of the land giving up it's all.
Hearing the earth crust smiling on it's peek,
Wondering was I on the peripheral enclave.

In a country side there in;
Dusk talks of time,
Nature speaks of love,
Down is the sun uprising on the mountains;
Like a lava erupting,
Red as a blood on the top,
Gift to the green forest now red oz.