O' sprite full Maia,come attire our lands with your
Of joyful swelling by the natures pleasing bloom,and green surprise;
To sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales--
For birds to spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.
Hail! to you goddess--deck the forest's lingering beauty,thus come---
Let streams do flow across the thick and bushy meadows over your prime,
For hawthorn white and lilies to bud,and converse fragrance in air,
To wind down our minds with breezes blow,groovy lift's cools us lighter.
Mid mate of months---come and show your primeval splendor and glee---
While south is praising vi…
So, When I enforced my winged art,
It lets me float high, , I write!
To combat my lighten heart,
Thus, made my youth bright and accurate.
They freedom lovers, breeze waft those mighty wings,
Swiftly moving aloft in a 'pulsar 'pace! ,
That view enraptured me, and my enchanted feelings,
How fortunate are they in gravitational ace,
And I your eager watcher, or felt a birder be;
They black, white and of brilliant gray color mixed,
What brain holds you, what imagination yours be;
To slip and drift from bough to boughs, assaying nectar or weed?
Some are diurnal, sparrows, some are of owls, and of
And your varying gestures, teeth less swallowing,
What Surprisal nest you weave, to lay eggs to hide them in bar's;
Or your eye in god gives them Becharmed warming.
Bird, your beauty never- know our human dirge,
But we on Earth real- know how fagged is yours.
Doves of joy, Twilight spun hopes,
Sunny scented coming bliss;
Angels of lustful eyes, soulful fairies,
I glide; A glide unto heavens brightness.
A swim Unto high waves of imagination,
So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;
Drink of silence made infusion,
That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.
Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;
Ward of profound, born new sublime,
A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;
That wakes me from seven seas of prime.