Enchanting Whisper
Glowing and glowing into the spreading light,
The beholder could feel the enchanting plight.
Eyes cannot tolerate the utter bright;
But you,
Mighty patels spreading the color of the tide.
A pastoral mind once dreamt of a fairy.
Who told me to befriend the woods,
My little magic harpoon was active.
So, I dare giving the coolest green light.
O' bussy butterfly!
Come and see the pastels of hope.
How they kept the sweet hidden;
Inside the green womb.
Call a schoolboy!
See the smile and vividness of sight.
This flower!
Isn't it beautiful to admire and cite?
O' dear pantheist poet!
Make love and spread happiness around.
My little flower thinks it's easy to decay soon.
I made a promise;
To wait for her until noon!
Enchanting flower!
Who made you this charming?
Who let your buds to flourish;
To attract the cunning bees?
Will you make harmony with us?
Will you take hand in a difficult pass?
Chillax!