The bullock and the dog..
And there was a tiny frog..
Drinking water near a lake..
The dream I saw is true not fake..
A cat behind the wood staring at me..
And a spider knitting its net with glee..
The maggots are breeding on the rotten scene..
And the farmers are working for glean.
The buffalos are twisting their horns..
The wind is blowing in the field of corn..
I was wandering aimlessly in the wood..
And there I saw the imprint of god foot.