The birds informed -
Rejecting the air-route, landing the animated yard of green vegetables, flashing the standing orphan children in school assembly,
will return to nest.
Muzzling the ever known song of woodland,
They'll pass over eight moments of the day, knobing noiseless on beak.
Rainy will alight-
Forming shower will roll ceaseless through the Winter's heart.
Every flowers of Spring-
will become as falling off leaf.
Southern wind will blow up Banyan, anterio couples of beloved including home, unnecessarily.
Land will turn into novel desolated globe,
losing the fertility of its ground.
Creatures will come out from lonely cavity,
will build pavilion here and there,
Entire ferocious will get out to swallow azimuth.
I'm (as Honorable Moderator of the Assembly) curious to know- for what it occurs!
'We're pretty good; You're- the best creations, blood sucker of own mother-
easily can pour lethal Hemlock into the mouth of judgement......! ! '
I departed from conference silently, in shyness.