Who sat on my Valley of Desolation and made me sick out of superbia and gave me the hit of rueful living .
The scene of meadows and woods one far more better than the of life . I cried for my place and incapacitatedly ran down the footprint of commoner. The edge of the cliff made me perceive the demarcation between life and death . Between grief and relief .
Life Death is common to all and nature accompany us is this journey