Paper Boat.

Sky is beclouded A heavy down pour expected The earth becoming so shy Traces the valuable seeds locked And herself plants in depth Becoming to be greenish beauty The grains of wild grass comes And a beautiful blanket made To their mother of nature As a bed to take rest all times The poor humans sits in the bed And scratches in their own ways May it be from the unconscious mind There in near a beck's noise The rain water plays well in beck. Nearby a children plays with Paper boats that ready to float. In some distance two peacocks Making their own honeymoon in love.