Life

Little flowers of heaven

I surmised a letter for you

What ifs and what not?

The mountains sprang a rhythm

Of hullabaloo and orchids

A little girl of unnamed origin

Weaving a Garland of heaven

Of half agony and half joy.

Questions of life after death

I give my hands of hope

Bouquets of forgotten mystery

The river ran a mountain high

Nature’s mystery slowly unraveling

As if everything is a great shower of life.