The Bower
A canopy leading towards paradise
Life thriving to the brim.
A sky of placid blue.
Grass kissed with dew,
Sunflowers bloom to their hue.
The mysterious melody of the cuckoo,
Swirling leaves of the tenacious trees.
A bedlam of chirping grasshoppers!
An orchestra in motion,
The abode of pure bliss.
As their soul unfolds,they go about
in their own lone way,playing their part;
In this eternal plot,
Inside our miraculous pale blue dot.
Excellent Maheysh .
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