Taylor Serry
01-27-2015, 05:36 AM
Life in the woods
On safari one day, we were amused
When in the thickets we went deep
And we lively smelt the scented breeze
Freshly it comes among the lofty trees
Buzzing sometimes but lastly will repose
Mixed with sunrays dancing on the ground
And shadowily it goes round and round
In the wood, there is no streak of grief
But all things are equally into loving life
Bee there goes peacefully never it stings
To one has legs or for one having wings
And the breeze is smashing to be heard
Playing its guitar for hearts likely stirred
It comes eternally as if life is endless
Or it were gowned with a multiple dress
We heard the cuckoo as well as the blackbird
And everything is amazing not to be ignored
Small rats jumped as if they were frightened
As a watchful man stayed on a sharp-sighted
And we felt time as if we were in heaven
So far life inside wood, is the best haven
Wherever you go, you never see a fretful face
No sadness is there and never there is depress
Your sorrow will be vanished into rejoicing phrase
You never feel distressed since none will debase
And you may flatter the air to whisper around
To be rather musically calmed into reed's sound
There, no thing can be distorted or random
No bird would say, I had a source of gloom
And all of them live peacefully in one home.
On safari one day, we were amused
When in the thickets we went deep
And we lively smelt the scented breeze
Freshly it comes among the lofty trees
Buzzing sometimes but lastly will repose
Mixed with sunrays dancing on the ground
And shadowily it goes round and round
In the wood, there is no streak of grief
But all things are equally into loving life
Bee there goes peacefully never it stings
To one has legs or for one having wings
And the breeze is smashing to be heard
Playing its guitar for hearts likely stirred
It comes eternally as if life is endless
Or it were gowned with a multiple dress
We heard the cuckoo as well as the blackbird
And everything is amazing not to be ignored
Small rats jumped as if they were frightened
As a watchful man stayed on a sharp-sighted
And we felt time as if we were in heaven
So far life inside wood, is the best haven
Wherever you go, you never see a fretful face
No sadness is there and never there is depress
Your sorrow will be vanished into rejoicing phrase
You never feel distressed since none will debase
And you may flatter the air to whisper around
To be rather musically calmed into reed's sound
There, no thing can be distorted or random
No bird would say, I had a source of gloom
And all of them live peacefully in one home.