Flowers didn\'t sow cotton, yet they aren\'t naked
Butterflies don\'t plough yet they dine,
Termites doesn\'t mould bricks, yet they build,
Isn\'t it a wonder;
Birds doesn\'t play the keys yet they make sing scintinly.
Peacock of its beautiful plumage.
outworld, the rabbit furs her kids
But inwards we make for ourselves difficulties from ease,
Nature teaches so well,
Yet it is the unwise that can\'t tell.
Tides tells stories too,
Of men on unreturned journey
And tears and fears too
Maybe of pains,
Or of joy,
Or out of pleasure.
Water of its pleasant feel on the bud,
Or the eye lens that takes pictures and videos
And of the brain that presses record.
All known and unknown.
They are here for reminiscence.