A main,
I have not stood today
And not an instant,
I catch to relax
Extremely dipping,
To range apologetic to qualms
Gazing the leads
So stunning and lethal soft
Friendlily equivalent
Shinning like an initial time
Chasing the dusk
As bleached as they are,
They are sanctified, nor to hassle
They are the crops of Mum Nature
Not ditched, approximating I am
Domestic, as they look
And, congregated with amity
Not an exact diurnal
Is their intimate day
Persistently they will be together,
And in threatening eras to bide
