A Dream
I had a dream, one dark night
A green bunch with little light
I entered the scene so green
The sky above was like a screen
The young sheesham trees had roots so firm
The duckling, Infront of his mother had a squirm
The bees were buzzing all over around
But surprisingly it was not a disturbing sound
The water in river was silently flowing
And the winds had brought chirps while blowing
Squirrels had trunks as their homes
The ants were marching in a poem
The rises were painted red in deep
And the smell of daisy was not cheap
All over it, I could not see a weed
In peace, the animals with their king agreed
The trees had branches who could touch the sky
A Phoenix was being hunted and had the last cry
But suddenly I saw a fire in the bushes
And soon everything would turn into ashes
The Lion did not get up from his place
And the deputy had anger on his face
Everyone wanted to run to the water
But there was no trail which was shorter
Kangaroos had Joeys in their pouches
Rabbits were leaping by bounces
The wind blew the fire stronger
The atmosphere was getting warmer
And then there was smell of burning meat
And the wolves were howling together in a beat
The fire had swallowed my favourite lilies
There were burnt wings of the buzzing bees
The sky wanted to cry and her anger was about to blast
As the beautiful eyed Gazel breathed her last
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