Doom Of The Beautiful Stretch

Our of that window in my house I watch blushing morning spouse Spreading her golden yellow life Helping the world’s daily strife Little pretty birds fly on wings A sweet flower smiles and sings Process of life on the vast stretch My eyes, thus frequently catch The sun climbs sky’s mountain To watch clearly colourful plain River smiles with thousands teeth Sparkling the trees’ shade beneath Everything is same in vaporizing dew Yet every day it seems to be new Ages ago my forefathers with craze Would have watched the same stage But ages hence I am not so sure My children would find it secure Someday a stranger, I know, will come And alter this sweet, soothing bosom This beautiful sight will only be found In the verse I compose with heart profound