walking alone the lonely path,
I,single in a rhythmic march.
The breeze just chill,
and leaves just fill.
Spiders weave their way,
unheard, see only through the ray.
The mystic sun's reigns,
covered by branches and canopies.
A flower or two strewn,
wait till the moon,
and i dip and move
away and leave them lone.
There is a song playing
the tune being my step.
There is a song playing
the conductor -the breeze.
there is a song playing
the dancers the flowers.
there is song playing
the weeping audience-trees.
there is a song playing
-there is something new
and the old lie and wait,
for the sands to cover them
away.there is a song
playing, to me its mere
tone of nature,but in
truth it is the daily jungle
of life,one so diverse and
divine.There is a song playing
the clouds misty and the land
wet create a stage for this-
the wage for controlling rage.
Beauty is both what stands
out and what lies in.
