Solitude

Whilst I lit the morning lamp,

the chirping birds chime holy chants

Aurora rushes in to brighten the damp

the soothing breeze dusts dew from plants

Moon disappears to herald the sun,

the cheerful butterflies hasten to kiss the grass

Cocks and hen run across the green carpet with fun

the warm rays spread the light of brass

The nature continues to bless in multitude

It fills my bosom with a blissful solitude.