PAST IS THE LIFE OF TRIUMPH
PRESENT IS THE TRANQUILITY
FUTURE IS THE TURBULENCE
SHE OVERSEES THEM NOW

I SEE THOSE PEARLS FROM DAWN TILL DUSK
FLOWING AND YELLING , DRIZZLING INSTANTLY
THE MOUNTAINS ARE WATERED
THE PONDS ARE FILLED & CONTENTED WERE THE FISHERIES 

SHE IS IN HER PALACE , BY A WINDOW LANE
WATCHING THE SKY , NO CLOUDS TO RAIN
DROPS OF RAIN THAT FALL 
SHE REMINISCENCES AND SENSES 
THAT HER SEASON HAD FALLEN

THAT MORNING SHE HAD WOKE UP
ON THE AWE OF BEING ALIVE
MANY MORNINGS SHE DID THE SAME
THE EVENINGS & MORNINGS LASTS

EVERY DAWN MUST END FOLLOWED BY DUSK
FESTIVAL EVE  , AND THE SPIRIT OF DAY
BECOMES DISPIRIT , TO AGAIN INVIGORATE THE SOUL
THE CHARMS ARE THE CHASM OF  ZEAL

SHE FEELS SO TOUCHINGLY ITS ESSENCE
THAT DAY BECAME  THE NIGHT
SHE HAD A GLOSSARY OF THOUGHTS
TO VANGUARD THE SPICES

I SAW THE PEARLS THAT FALL 
SHE SLEPT WHOLE-HEARTEDLY , AWE TO WOKE UP

THE MOON HAD SLOWLY GOT OFF HIS WAY
A LIBERAL SUN RISE CAN BE SEEN 
BUT I CAN’T SEE THE PEARLS OF RAIN NOW
THE CLOUDS ASSEMBLED , TORRENTS HAD SHOWED ITS FACE

WHERE THE PEARLS NOW???
WHY CAN’T I SEE THEM NOW???
CAN I SEE THEM IN FUTURE???
YES THOSE WERE IN THE LAP OF MOTHER EARTH
LYING CALMLY , ENCAPSULATED WITH MUD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!