Years are spent,
On this worldly abode,
Yet to know men & women.
The blue red skies goes pink,
When I blush at them.
The breeze fills in my hair,
When I’m plunged in sorrow.
The flowers fill in the fragrance,
When the weather go dry.
Trees & bushes sways,
To celebrate my mirth.
The surf on shore,
Showers & mingles with me.
I be the natures.
Yet, yet to know men & women.
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