The brightest light blossoms in the darkest of places Like colourful lilies full of fragrance springing from the most stagnant waters
The nights When the moonlight shimmers with her golden colour The stars decorate the sky Just as a princess is decked with ornaments and priceless jewelries. The darkest of the nights gives the biggest picture.
The biggest hive, With the biggest and fiercest of bees, lies the sweetest honey. Like an ugly flowers in the garden Which perhaps will constitute a beauty when on mountain.
The butterfly, Which nature has used to decorate the earth to shame Art Has nothing to show When it is a caterpillar. But I can't look at her on lilies without smiling like a tickled, dimpled baby.
Ain't nature generous enough That she shows all that there is nothing in anything?
The pen of a happy poet dances on paper To tell his folk that there is always a silver lining after the tunnel.