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A lonely bird was i in the world to witness fete Seldom danced and seldom slept in the dark woods; Went to all the floors and walked in all it's realms Was i now in old roofs still keeping will in sane; The angel my sole waitress ringed my door Now in still urgency i dare to reveal myself; The daring flowers in my huts of fame Showered until it lost it's scents; The weary trees drowned my fence In all it's glamour did i ever frown; What caused the birds to squeech with time Did i ever lost my path through the woods deepest; In all songs of nature's change To retreat from all of life's past chain, With the woods showing the darkened path Still i roam and still i take everydays rest , On the stones with mild fresh dews In the opera that i still dream to be; The real life went and went in all concerts That i a sole player did in all turns of life; As every dawn and dusk stays quite some time And every minute in nature's lap did i ever rest;

The evening sun had shone it's rays Over the green ground it was; It was under the impulse of the sun Did'nt the leaves lived with many; Did man anytime miss his with griefs Under the knell of timely sadness; Still under the sound of bells Did'nt we raise to pray to God; The symmetry of nature it was With repetetive growths of life; Still under warmth of love Did'nt we really head to life; We too imagine heaven and hell Have'nt yet any been to it's real; With so much of civilized courts Did'nt we really lead to heal ; With what the sky beholds us to Under the gloom of the mind; Do we still live with dream and life still under imagination of luck; The ground it was under the grip Of plants that shake with earthly mass; We are in the roots of life Still we shake in pride with sense;

The world so vast and the horizon so deep with nature's imagery pulled me in sane to face the heights and the limits guiding one to face the blue sky. What comes to one's sight is the beautiful rays from the sun, far from the nomad's knowledge and the fence of beautiful flowers which reduces as it proceeds towards the far off mounts. Life takes one to the destination as the destiny of nature tends to purity. Still are to keep more steps taking one to the air of freshness and that there are more horizons to scale in this vast landscape. Past left as traces of footsteps behind to the ambition of man to step farther and memories that keep you high in the wind. The stories of grandmas left behind the fences of her life and her dreams and the wealth burried with our hearts still instilled hopes and made dreams to live. This far off reality in the vicinity of ours with more of ages to cross , the present revolving with fuming life and yet to merry oneself with oncoming se