" In the outskirts of town,
Far down the rainy South,
Lies beautiful lush grounds;
A place where hills open mouths.
They sing their pleasant hymns
And nature walks as though it had limbs.
It's where 'green' and 'white' nests,
Where the Red ***** Eye swayed in it's plight,
Where deep gorges bewilders one's sight,
Where lost souls meet and life comes to greet,
Where time leaves one at bay,
For mother earth to cater all day. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The sweet scent of the wind,
The carefree netizens,
The glistening sunrise and gladdening sundown,
The immaculate beauty that revives a beholder."

" I still hear the voices and sounds
And sleep draws me into it's aura.
How I wish to walk the lush grounds,
To hear the pleasant hymns,
To see the hills' mouth
And walk with nature as if it had limbs!
I will journey to ye with no doubt,
My tireless heart longs for the rainy South."

" The canopy filled with green sour berries,
As we plucked them fresh in our ferries.
The rocks I once sat to witness thy sight,
They haven't changed but in height. "

" I reckoned we encountered a downpour of joy,
As we slipped into potholes and puddles,
Shrieking our laughs and cries of fuzzle.
Those memoirs have not turned gray,
For I still have them in gold, those lushful old days!"

" Once in a while I recapture these.
My spirit will refresh in the morning breeze.
Yearning solitude and bliss,
As I sit down and reminisce.
But the doctrine of work still call
And anxiety lures me to the pall. "

" As I walk past these apartments,
Nothing creeps, but a smile on me;
Knowing that the memoirs won't fade
And my thunderstorms could one day
Calm to clear the sea. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The immaculate beauty with no grief;
All are fresh in my head. "

" I yearn the call of the wind,
To see, touch, feel and hear
The Rainy South whispering it's aura in my ear."