Crispy wind with its magical flow
Shining stream winding away its
Course through plains high and low
Pointed peaks poking into the sky
Cotton clouds having colors dark
And brown in slow pace passes by
Excited birds leaving nests chirping
Fly past rivers, dales, fields and woods
With trails of black dots weaving
Swinging crops washed in gold
Attract creatures small and big to
Play around for the charm they hold
Wide eyed owl looks fixed and mute
From inside the hole as the shepherd
Sitting on a stone plays its flute
A streak of ray appears in the east
To graze upon bed of grasses and to
Pull down over lands walls of mist
A new dawn with a new promise
Breaks upon the world unfolding
A soothing charm no one should miss
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