There,far on an unknown chasm,the horizon kiss the sea,in its departing moves rather like the deep console of mind touches the seriousness of a maiden heart in her yearning runs for blithe.

O' sprite full Maia, come attire our lands withyour boundless prize,of joyful swelling by the nature's pleasing bloom and green surprise;to sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales;and birds will spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.

Art sincerely obeys a mind,who is willing to tame a Wild Stone to mould a desired Shape.

Many a Death in Life will make you a Phoenix to fight.

I bounce to Creativity by selling myself for Imagination.

A lot of changes make man alive,to believe the past,present and to foresee the Future.

Listen,the Nature has her Mystic hands pressed on us to prove the wonders or sadness in a way that we let ourselves ponder about the clueless,yet clue giving,unseen,yet seen,uninformed,yet informed,untouched yet touched characters using our normal human mind.

So what;if these old leaves are sick and dead;aye their time to go—for fresh ones to come with forest fragrance and shades new and broad;as we obey nature’s laws, thoughts and time.

Listen O’ westward winds,chime a requiem for my languid thoughts,for they are fruitless by the lone hours,and count not my tears, O’ streams in my stupor;and these low melancholy strings, the soul shall tune!