With many tornados in a heart,
travelling the life in a cart.
Cheering it only with the beauty and its positive sights,
adoring the charm and moments with its memorable tides.
Every soul searching for uttermost happiness and pleasure,
leaving behind then all others, buddies, that were someday a treasure.
Why Lord, we are pouring a conditional love on others,
why we are not like you, so unconditional and pious,
We are also your dew,
then why we are not, as your traits are sew….