Thought to be the best way
Only through the lady's sorrow
The green deep valleys meant it
It had been towards destiny
Crossing its limits to life
Like the flying birds in
Yet the finest stars twinkling
T'was the potrait of the galaxy
The creepers of the silhouette
From armageddon to amity
The phoenix burning to ashes
Passing through the glazing sky
Glamouring glitz of its care
Always above one's range
With its only charming story
Cos' t'was the nature's falsetto
Accepted for publication in the poetry collection "Letters From The Soul" by The International Library of Poetry in the year 2001