The Excitement of Youth

A young lady crossing on the street, The black cloud is following her feet. There are mountains in which have low height She is walking alone at day light She is singing slowly, Suddenly she have a look on her back quietly Her hair is dancing randomly Her steps making sound nicely Her face is similar to green apple, Her chest is similar to rocky marble, Her full body is wonderfully simple. There is not a sign, that can be called horrible. The cloud is barking helplessly The storm can come immediately She is walking fearlessly The passers by are trying to look at her slightly The unknown miseries try to touch her She does that less care She is walking forward like a freedom fighter Only God knows better about her behaviour. She is simply walking into the deep forest The dried leaves are trying their best, We don't know she will take rest The sudden sorrows can make her less cutest.