Sirens of Fascination

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.