Petition To Botanic Court

She sat watching scratching the tummy dancing at the breeze that came by shaking by the wind of the rare serene an open mouth to dish the arty fly Dozing she faced the utmost zeal under a flowering rose on heat with the swarm under full command came singing engiliangilia the bird As she coiled to eat aromatic honey at least from the golden nectar sackers the tune grew pleasant and melodious as broke the nearby pods from Nandi flame Nature entangled the domestic squabbles flowers the honey and entailed tunes no more banging of drunker-ed pebbles the nature a creature major chains Sung the song of the doves and thought By weaver-bird melody she resolved she skated by siisii tunes to smile that pulled the great domestic Nile