Nectar From Skies

When the elixir doesn’t find a spot in heaven,

Comes down to add variety to the nature.

When everything seems green,

The true colors of the world appears.

To the ambrosia pouring down from sky,

Making mother earth wet thy.

Magic coloured in black,

Roaming around the skies.

Roads and trees and hearts and flowers,

Cities or towns or villages

Zilch makes a difference.

Everything’s alike an epiphany,

Ubiquitous and unbiased

Making a symphony with unheard notes

Rain, rain, rain and rain,

drop by drop, inch by inch

Conquer the world like a monk.