The place where trees are blue and the sky colored green,

The color of sorrows yet not to be seen, with roses smelling differently with change of dream…

The flower does not need a song to sing,

To attract the bee’s hymning over him…

Have spotted the sun, hiding behind the cloud,

Letting to pour the blessing on the earth to sprout…

The birds can swim and fishes can fly,

With evening moon in the sky, even nature starts singing a melodious lullaby…

Trees do bear fruits of different taste,

All of various size and different shades,

The rivers are milky and fields soo chocolaty,

Even the rainbow seen, does lasts for eternity…

Just wanted to let you know that such place is there,

With no fear, of living life and dying to death, as scare…

Would love to float in the immortality of that place,

Along with your company to have all in its full grace…