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
