Mother's beloved, learn artistry of happy surviving !
A joy And at last, from Orient; appear the rising sun That glows with his glory, the high horison. And gentle breeze too depart; to her mission Over the dunes, coasts, and dales, the florescent-- Though sometimes the cool zephyr, display's anger; That has a reason, as every action has it's reaction. Ali ! also rode his horse to relish pasture season, And Killdeer! too set on brooding into bits of rocks. Song birds happily; left out their resting places Dawn's flower also did wear new embroiderd cloths, They had like fairs of fragrence on their sweating faces It's such a drink, that could never be skip by Motes. Morning star! too ran to his hermitage, And randy rays of early sun've bewitched, little Rosella ! Grazing goats, from birth she is deprived of parental love. Little sweeties! of Swan hurried to souse the silent canal, On window pane, the Nachtegaal Initiate to sing " a l'amour in honor of daisy Iris" Dear babe! hear swe...