The Rain and The Flow

A night where the breeze does rule And my fluttering life begins to flow The burden becomes minuscule While the child inside me starts to glow A fairy asks me in my bliss Oh! Spirit, who does thou invoke? A word transforms her into a druidess "Him", His grace I smoke The qualia begins to coalesce into One As I begin to encompass the Earth with love When it shines bright, the Sun Will be radiated, the rays, by Him above -Srihari Sudhakar