The Seedling Is Peeping

The Seedling is peeping. The seedling is peeping Out of the womb, how the creation is How the air is blowing How the dawn and dusk are there Before every dawn Her mother will feed and fly To runway to arrange food After every dusk She will play with parents Then her mother will enfold her In breast to make her sleep When the moon will be over night Parents will be embracing For a new creation The seedling is peeping Posing for a twin life together Of different gender, inerrable For a better creation She is peeping, how mystic aura adjure natal flow of life like the fire like the air like the water act together She is peeping out of the womb For a new morning When her cry will break Silence of nature.