Illusions

Nature the beauty, rests not from duty,

Keeps all her actions, right in a rhythm.

Blooming of flowers, the appliqué of beauty!

Soon after winter, that gives rest from duty.

All cycles put in, the right way to go well,

Letting all know, that blessed are the lives.

Spring after summer , never before winter,

To make autumn step in, well like the Venus.

All seasons parade, nay nay to besmirch!

Know all are sisters, mother being Nature,

Add beauty always, to all things on earth,

Making it heaven, that holds all the riches.

Same are the things, yet differ in their lings,

As clouds in the sky, are white black and red;

So are the apples, that keep doctors away!

Taste in its stages, sour bitter sweet.

White gowned winter, sweet sight for all,

So is the snow drop, that lies on her breast.

Cruel is the summer, so bright like fireball!

Rage out its anger, to hold all in bare.

Illusions or disillusions, fail never to stare,

Keep a part well stored up, for my pretty ones,

Who with their mother, enjoy well am sure

To keep safe like yolk and white, protected by shell.