A beautiful sight: I found by break of new day,
That beguiled, ay-Me sweet sleepy eye,
The sight grew more radiant; by rains of May,
All was glittering in clean, vast and wide sky,
Over the top, cool waves of blue ridge mountain's
And their music, did His might and beauty, display.
By the way, a lovely breeze, gave a call, 'O sin no more
You've beforehand, evils in the thousands'
As laisurely I walked, in breath of fresh air
From East, a white cloud raised extream high,
Assigned by his master; for special care.
A farm Boy, appeared before Me with rosy cheeks,
And told Me three tales; of heaven in sight,
One about the shrine; It's Sofi sheikhs and icy peaks,
We sat for few moments; on bridge site,
And looked down to antique glacier; hearby release
Crystal drinking water, that's sold to nearby houses.
The country side, and other new and old towns.
The water was icy-blue, not as like ours,
Then I saw, a procession of wild fowls.
They spread hastly, on shores of shallow-
River, which I heard, is known
like a heaven of bluegills,
A hiker on other end; was sooting up arrow.
The winds of March mingled with green beauty,
Across the running river between two hills.
Believe you me Friend! it healed My lean body,
From clean-water; I viewed; pretty jewels,
And spring- birds making moans in green holy,
In the meantime, I saw some rustic girls in green sari-
With morning coffee; towards cherry Orchard's
The spring was fully settled, in the foothills,
----An excited part of scene
I did see,
Was a war of words, amid the
Birds, some methinks, were eyeing Me,
To middle, but nobody was harassed, frigtened Nor
Humilated or killed, for they follow the divine decree'
By the beauty sight, I learnt few sweet skills,
Which might aid Me in matured years,
At length, I gave few bills, to farm boy,
And he said: by his mouth of sweet smells,
---'Merci Sir merci'
Then I took My way with calm voice,
I do often recall, those fairest brief spell's.