Just be still, and listen self as a rhyme,

For you to be the morning reign, and me be your evening shine…

You to be the calmness of the moon,

Me, the pace of the wind that is blown…

You be the dream s that come,

I to be your bed’s lying comforsome…

You be the thought to be done,

I, to be the support being the power before its gone…

You to be the direction of life,

I, to be your signage on each of the sight…

You to be the purpose to survive,

I, to be the reason for it to strive…

You to be the silver line in the absence of light,

I, to support its shine, enhancing its bright…

You to be the support in each of life’s talk,

I to be your shadow accompanying your entire walk…

You to be the center of universe,

I, to be the planet revolving forward and reverse…

You so are the life’s sunshine,

I, to carry all the ruskiness as you define…