All rivers from its fold
which flows with the Gold
It makes way and lead
we only have to heed
The simple life of love and affection
That is only left as human action
love for all and bitterness to none
finding favor always with some one
who knows where the road will meet?
Why not mex with all and greet
Loveless life is not a mission
Hatred, bitterness and inclusion of so many as an admission
Colorless raibow as natural displeasure
How dark patches can grant us pleasure?
Love to rule and love to last
Nothig to come as steps last
It is natual and must impose
Time to act for truest to repose