The yellow flowers flair her,

leaving her face more brighter,

the Sun leaves it to her,

or the breeze a new fragrance the scented flowers -but a wry smile.

The gullible butterfly in her blooms forgetting to pollinate, but desolate with only her!

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again and,

Rustling of leaves and the balcony walls,

keep preserving her beauty,

than their origin and other

voices -a not her's

all over it's she again!

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again

Eggs in the nest and the birds,

the trees ,

The little stars along the deep meaning,

the Universe with dusts,comets drifting,

the lonely white pale boy just magnificent, A dame to her, and only two;

to tides tight,

a hand to the alone,

And the light to blooms,for years after creation: without external

It's the snow ball and only us with them and them !

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again