the rains have made the gardens green

come back o bird, come back
the rains have made the gardens green
the rivers are in spate
but still not beyond the seems
you will find myenahs waiting to chirp
when you come
and the a little brown cat will mew
when she will find you fresh
do not hesitate, and keep walking
on the path you have chosen
and have found enchanting
who knows what will lie in store
the bruises of past will heal, i am sure
smile and wink and jump a few times
when you achieve what you want
regardless of the storms, dust and
the jabs of indifference galore