Gentle, fragrant flowers, we are,
In delightful, vast garden of the heaven;
We, rhythmic colours, swinging in cool breeze,
Create moods and shape our world;
We bask in sunshine, dip in cold night,
We breathe fresh air, dwell in smoke and dust,
We wither and blossom to the nature's dictates;
Yet, sweet always, soft, fragrant algate,
Like the tunes of sweet songs and the joy of love;
We are the nature's art, the creation's rare craft.
All is rare creation in the nature's treasures,
We are each distinct creation's pleasures;
Each paves own road to walk his path,
Sweeps his path and removes road-blocks,
Settles dust and fog and lays welcome arch;
The lanes we lay through the joys of heaven
To lead to the posts where we happen to be we,
In dreams, thoughts, hearts and acts,
Is as smooth as fur that brings lush warmth,
Where a walk is a joy, an absorbing sweet game.
We swing with breeze and throb with colours,
Breathe fragrance that wraps our world;
We change our shapes to conform to needs,
To dreams, desires and noble goals;
Bright like dawn's light, fresh like morning breeze,
We enthuse live spirit, everywhere, always;
Soft and warm, we are, tough and firm in core,
We build bridges to the hearts we need;
We, the soft paintings, the sad musics,
Live like lyrics in the rhythms of life.
No dream is unreal, no goal, impossible,
If right door is found and pathway is sound;
We live to the brim of the highest vision
And bind loose ends of inside and outside
To have this there and that brought here
And bind all threads to a consummate whole;
The stride to be gentle with eyes on the ground
While the heart in far land of peace and joy
And the mind in open sky in search of horizons
Where soul may smile with fuller contentment.
No moisture wets, no weight holds down,
But the moisture and weight add to our grace;
No heat ever sears, no strain ever tears,
But the heat and strain add to inner richness;
In cloud, sunshine, in smoke, limelight,
We find our time to act and rest, lie low and rise,
As unforeseen force contrives to fix;
We sail with wind and move with waves,
But, we, algate we, with all the joy of rise and fall
And seek to keep us in joyous move.
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Thank you Beautiful fragrance and positive vibrant..... 10+