Whirling and tripping of clouds stilted
From polar-late to polar-early brimmed
Made travellers frowned with positive effects
And less frightening bodies but ghost;
And chasing cheers cheerfully to the roamers
Stern and becoming handy to paddle soil
Some sandy,loamy though ours is clay.
Planting darling grasses:each treads space another
With the sequence serenity serves by
Neither a weed wilderness from watching over by
And nor popping them out of the calmly weather
Builders and Carpenters expelled from the landscape with chemicals;
Brothers annuals weeds,while others
Crowd-less with biennials and off to perennials.
Loving still bounds till the lights comes
Yearly invites phantom to edge the elders
Sun rays coying clouds after miles
Before perennials upon to worth the sides
And later, pregnant tomb and stuffy,and radiance.