Oaring in the Earth's Oasis

Oh, blue sky let thy children;

explore and fly.

Thenceforth thy green

meadow we will enjoy.

While thy eyes watch

in the midst of a bliss moment.

Whiffle thy cold wind

so we may know thee presence.

As i watch the horizon,

thy horary I forsook.

Your children behave's

as nostalgia doesn't exist.

For thy moment is a gift and so

we will never drift.

The smiles and laughter we begot,

not in thy wheyface.

For thy beauty is flexible,

it's a resemblance of earth's wild breeze.

Only magnificent and pleasing view

thy mouth could read.

Merely because of you,

awakening malice will be a few.

Before thy poem end, hereby I say

thee love will never bend.