Every morning me...
Just after having my tea
...is back on my roof,
With my new book,
as an excuse,
But I'm back to my work...
My work -
Of reading the stories written by the fog on the face of mountain,
Of catching the momentary scrape on my body by the cool wind which won't come again,
Of understanding the songs of birds,
Of understanding the leaf's whispers to the buds,
Of stealing the colors, & pleasant aroma from flower,
Of listening the river's love hymns...
Every morning me...
Just after having my tea,
...is back to my work,
My work of collecting all these words of nature & composing new rhymes,
My work of giving these rhymes love's aroma & peace's color,
My work of being a title giver,
My work of being a nature lover!!!