Nature

I was there at the space of no age, With dime of gold at the river of time. I called on the suave man of heaven in the middle of the night But I heard no voice of human Later I dreamt of a river and the big blue sky, the animal and the flying birds. All cajoled by the call of unknown nature Here they're the wicked world, where nobody curse their fate Where no one grieve their pains The enchanting sun rising in the morning, the sun setting in the evening and the moon accompanied by enticing stars The world full of threat, enmity and struggles - unlike the people whose heart were pure such as dove and mind full of love. A life of low spirit possibilty crossing over the high spirits possibility."