A rustic stride
The age of cacophony ,impels me on a rustic stride,
Away from the fancy spotlight,
Where flowers bloom in robust rapture
With its deacons fluttering with laughter,
Where brothers embrace eachother ,with gleeful splendour
Spreading their fronds to protect little hearts, so tender.
Where a choir garbed with feathers of amber,jade and ebony
Performs a majestic ,soulful symphony .
I trudge along & meet a singing maid
Combing her strands along fields of jade
The day passes with tranquility
Basking in the glory of these eminent personalities.