Complexion of His Creation

Flowing river,

Queer scent of ginger,

Rhythmic dance of trees,

And the sizzling sound of bees,

Suits perfectly the breathtaking warmth breeze

Eye-opening scenery,

Scraps out like thieves’ robbery,

Entwined with little rose faith,

Indicating filthy dummy’s blate

As the clouds speak,

The tiny weenie creatures blunt in beat

Time tricks crudely,

As the sun ready to vanish,

For moon’s sake opulent visibility

Myriad stars as seen from above,

Worthy to glimpse,

Invaluable occurrence,

Like diamonds sparkling

Loving nature of life,

Spit out strife,

Relinquish dark soul,

Sovereign harmony in bold,

That declares the immense power of His creation