Lying down on the bed of dew's,
I watch the curtains of mist flutter in amuse.
The roof of clouded sky embroidered by silver lace,
once again complements HIS art,
Who also gave the moon it's face.
My cheeks blush as the wind leaves a chilly peck,
after all in the embrace of such a beauty,
who would give the other world a heck.
Heart and mind rest in the lap of peace,
while the aroma of flowers blooming across,
never seem to cease.
Sun rays sparkling in midst of pines,
shine all across like diamond mines.
The lap of nature sings a sweet lullaby,
as it makes me sleep,
overwhelmed with the pure love,
my heart smiles while my eyes weep.
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