Plants and trees hit by wind
Moves forth and back intertwined
In a chaotic world, there she sits
looking at the worms curled like small bits
in a place that\'s too shady
hiding from the old lady
Ruining the garden shouts the oldie
It\'s because I\'m starving says the Wormie
What a beautiful moment
she utters in amusement
Then, there comes an austere man in motorbike
With a bag full of ice cream cake!
Putting a bright smile on her face
\'Dad! i\'ll join\' says the girl with jocund pace
Life is around small things and scenic
Thus, the world isn\'t chaotic
But our thoughts are...
Take moments often to compose yourselves
To be at peace with ourselves
as golden times are not often spared.
At the end, our worries are pared.