flywasps enjoyed,
lost, I was, in thou sight,
for nature nurtured, this
aroma, and I being a child,
slept in nature's lap..

Clouds gathered to,watch
for they were the
soul womb, of thy drops
that dropped afall...

To make the colors of
these clouds was difficult..
Naih to find thy orgin of the
raindrops was, impossible..

For the clouds,
blessed thou, humane eyes