Look up the sky,
From this end to the yonder horizon;
What do you see?
A vast heaven;
A limitless heaven;
Hosting sundry birds of colours;
Singing solace
To the relief of the sorrowing world.
Turn round now, and look the skies;
In the boundless skies,
Rainbow flaunts its many colours;
Giving beauties to the fading earth.
Birds of colours
Respect their own melanges;
Rainbow as well
Cherishes its many colours.
But to appreciate the creation of God,
Man loathes diversities of tongue and colours
In the world as big as the limitless skies;
Giving rooms only
For hatred and malice.
But we can all live in peace,
If we dare to give it a try.
Beeches shed leaves galore
Leaf mould on the forest floor-
Composting bionomics
As winter melanges the mix
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