Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Light Heart

Simple, humble able
From delusion stable
A bird sings in morn
In my verdant lawn.

The crystal clear dew
Reflects its aspirations anew
The straw of grass straighten
And its burden lighten.

This day and everyday
The Nature empathy in ambience stay
Filling birds heart with sweet melody
Which beam embracing everybody.

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