Fire Works

Nature is always ahead of us, in love we can't overtake the nature, how naughty is the nature! When one thinks to retire, it comes with works of fire! How many more wonders it has, how many more grandeurs it can show, it has a gun loaded with beauty! When one is almost dead, it fires a rose and it's red! And when one is burning in fire, it sends the clouds that rain, how naughty are the clouds! They don't extinguish the desires, Instead they add fuel to the fires! And when the fire starts sleeping, it sends wonderful wet winds to awake, with a renovated love just dreamed! Anomaly of showers I admire, they give new life to the dying fire! And when I think the show is over, a sweet fragrance calls with color and aroma, I see flowers and leaves washed in the showers! Thankful, obliged, blessed and blissed, what else I could do, once again she is kissed!