High up in the sky
we can see the fly
of two or three flocks
of four or five stocks
down, the mighty oceans
flows in sleepy motions.
There the green pillars
strength of the sphere
dance in the soothy wind.
There the dazzling sun,
looks like a mighty one.
Fact is something, that
says these are nothing.
Winsome nature was in the past
that ends in present very fast.
It is, our mother
the hope, for the future.
Future asks the query,
we the respondants
seldom know the response;
but she knew it
the bonny mother speaks,
if we care to listen....
