I don’t know its name;
For, in Darwin, am alien;
Still we have become friends;
It soothes me with celestial coolness;
Its sprout, leaf, the bluish flower;
Quiet new to me the foreigner.
I wonder, it identified me;
As a fellow being and we;
Yes “we”; are now the one;
Perpetuating the ultimate One!
We have no religion;
Cast creed or region;
We the cute creation;
Not by a creator;
But by the swirling passion!
I think it knows; me the poet;
For we interact pleasing quiet;
It does offer me the breath sweet;
Scenting the thought;
-Disinfecting the hypocrite.
