Desires

Sparkling whites are headed towards sky Lifeless things, who can answer Why? May be they see them resting over And desire to fly! Looking high upto infinity A sob a cry!! Swinging trees covered with ice Are shining bright, with the grace of sunlight Then, does the high headed look into him.. Lining from the shower to its beauty bling Cold and still he sees in him Mist and blunders was all he could see in I! Depressed and weak, he again looked up Wanting to hide from weaknesses that were brought up! As his eyelids turned to his desire Darkness was filled with heavy clouds shyre Amazed at how he felt, like a scary haunting wolf And deep down Mist seemed right... Peeping in him,yet again Mist seemed unhanded but This was the day his ice seemed mended Mended to a brook, which was fast yet a glory.. Taking him to its turn fresh and flowery!! Finally did it slow down, Made him see the green beauty Freaking out what he saw earlier a cold desert of white, Was a bright tremendous beauty spreader!! Trees swinging as the chirpings, turned to be melody And that a bear thought to be a danger, Was also a caretaker And finally he made to the Crown A king he remained therafter ; Owning for his empire, Remembered for desiring blue, And the irony remained He gets his blue in his own brook turned out to be sea...