Golden rays in the west, give birth to millions,
settled on the pigment green, with aspirations abundant,
Twinkling pals nurture the tots which sop them up with love
Share their thoughts, play around with colors red and green,
Tickling the leaves, unruly laughter, the nature gleans joy.
The tiny sphere rolls off the leaf with fear crept in mind,
the rulers of dark, comabt the wind, salvage comes in hand.
Faded smile capers again as the east shows its shine,
Gone are the blissful pals, gone are the nocturnals,
leaves dole out deathbed, when rays roll up.
Life is like a dewdrop, with copious pals,
Capricious are the moments, when the journey takes warps.
Loner are you when born and loner you are in the end,
Glue to the unchanged, salvation will you attain!!!
