GREEN WORLD

The nightjars are churring with the deepest curiosity in their eyes, they just want to know about the green world. I'll now cast out their looms of ignorance—maybe I could mount on their flexible feather, and visit the serene world once again: Where life feigns its entirety as a playground, and the passion, dream were dim like a morning haze. It's a world of laughter, where the time had lost his essence due the frequent monotony. In the beautiful world, happiness had filled up every home, as the mindfulness was shallow and the thoughts were vague. The nightjars are now in wild admiration, they've started flying through the thin air, with their brown feathers agape heading towards the green world.