In a sloughing winter aurora
I stand in my balcony ciphering
Why I was still obscure
With the majesty nature discerns
The elated patina of baroque sun
When its rays instigate their odyssey
To sail the river and lunge the meadow
They all drawn yet all cross
The beads of dew on flowers
Tenderly they embrace and fall down
Over the arid leaves and flower petals
On the ground as plant's tribute
And a three week puppy
Frolicking on the road
Without the dread for vehicles
For it has no sawy about death
They all endure they arride
Miles from awe miles from willies
Everyone hallowed with artistry of its own
In their heart, Nature they all behold.
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