Sweet fleeting effervescent
early morning mentations,
ruminations on the darling,
a musing of sweet sensations.
The first flush of the morning,
the sound of the cuckoo bird,
mocking my dreams sweeter,
is music to the ears when heard.
The fragrance of flowers
slowly intoxicates the mind.
This season of the spring
has many spells that bind.
The sweet chirrup of playful birds,
beauty and freshness of dawn,
doesn\'t entreat the mind much,
doesn’t prompt me to yawn.
The swishy sound of winds
flowing down from a raincloud,
much desired torrential rain,
flora and fauna feel endowed.
Bringing cheers to the landscape
and life to the reservoirs,
seems to make much noise
interrupts the fancied memoirs.
The beauty of the mountains,
the swelling waves of the sea,
the white, soft sand of beaches,
doesn’t seem to beseech me.
My dearie haunt is the dreamland,
trying to seek desired company.
Staying entrapped in the lotus leaves,
neglecting nature\'s symphony.
You’ve persisted enough for so long,
it was worth the effort and quite fair
Someone is waiting for you eagerly,
for whom you are a gem, so rare.
It\'s time to fracture the fortlet,
the singing sirens of infatuation.
Seize the moment and dwell not
to overcome this fascination.
Lift your gaze to horizons
to see the beauty of nature.
feeling the joy of your heart,
singing aloud like a flycatcher.
There is a meaning to our existence
here and in the kingdom of Heaven.
Let\'s not lose our purpose worrying,
there are more beautiful realms seven.
Feel the universal love of nature
forgo daydreaming and fascination
Know thyself, and say no to excess,
this is Apollo’s path to salvation.