Blessed Bliss

My circular house

Wall of red brick

A personal swimming pool

Open ventilation to keep me cool

Own hunting grounds

Full of priced prey

A mud spa

Extraordinary view of stellar stars

Born a frog

Brought up in my well

Ribbit my emotions Ribbit my cry

For all my effort, I earn a fly

 

Single thought on my mind

Commanding dedicated attention of my grind

Strong, mighty, talented I

Lord please could you gimme a fly

Golden

Strange fiction

A cycle of change

Unpredictable as the weather

Yet proven as a troy grain

A sapling in yesteryears

Today a tree of teak

A momentous thunderstorm

Tomorrow a withering cloud with future bleak

A cuddle of joy

Wrath of adolescence

Strength of maturity

A realm of obsolesce

Evolution of spirit

In color and hue

To suave cities

From bucolic views

Travel of the soul

From nascent to naïve

Evolving from rustic

To outright sly

Taught with patience

By the grains of time

Praised for the godly

Salvation for the divine

Corrupted by infernal affairs

Lust gluttony greed sloth

wrath envy pride

Captured mind, sold and bribed

Destiny following a sinusoidal wave

Figuring an era of golden age

In the book of journey

It is but a page.