Earth's Fragrant Sigh

I'as by the window, resting on a pillow,

Far from the window, stretched a sunny meadow,

U'neath the sun in the sunny meadow, was a mammoth banyow,

Under twigs hollow, was a fellow clad in yellow

Downed by the thoughts of coming morrow;

But here I was a sillow, sitting with beauties of Marlowe

Intelligence wandered tho in the cracks of sorrow.

In the vivid meadow, by the rigid banyow was a deep pond

And depp were the peary turts, skimming with fish in a silenced bond.

Eyes wandering further chose a cricket ground

And grounded were the sportsman, noising together so sound; 

Here shot a ball, there sang the bat grazing the ground

Loning the ball to roll, and pity roumd and round

But my eyes caught the park, which by the meadow surround.

Gravelled were the green-ways of the perky park

On which arrived the fellow in yellow, silencing the park stark

And communicated with doomed silence in ballods of bark

But I was busy with my hounds of dark.

Lamenting on the rights of meadow, were canaried fields of wheat

Fatigued by the 'cides, bored by the saoring heat.

I locked a scarecrow stilling on its wheat-seat;

'Twas scared of crows, crowing on its feet.

Overflowing glooms filled the bucket of mind,

whence came so sharp and mighty an upbeat.

Emerged from the heavens a roaring spark,

sparked the squirrels from the great barks,

Barky trees left by the birds owing to the hark.

Soon marched the clouds, battling sunlight with their brightened dark,

Mists engulfing the meadow, like fish taken by shark.

My eyes caught the fellow in yellow, yelling at the narcs,

Before i felt the sensation started, taking on its mark.

Entered from my east, a calming cool breeze,

Accompanied by harbingers of hope, the V'ing noble geese,

Danced back the heated park, which once stood frowning freeze,

'Quirells chased nuts, 'Quivalent to rats chasing cheese.

My eyes caught the ground, hopes taking over the crease

And came crashing the bliss of life, which once seemed to cease.

Now talked in satire, the wheats who earlier went dire

Shone now the canarying shine, hiding in the sunlight prior.

'Friendly are the crows', the scarecrow now admire,

dancing with the wheat together, like Hobbits of the Shire.

The heart that went cold, now feels the fire,

When entered the room, the hero in his own attire.

Circled their meadows little birds in ring,

Rose out tiny turts, from ponds where they used to ding,

Bows down the enormous banyan on which 'cuirrels cling.

Clouds above the bird ring, in their royal voice started sing

All in the honour of their disguised king

with cutlass in his hand with a gold fringe,

draining out deep waters of sorrow, from the castles of easterly wing.

Defeated sun lost a rainbow semi-ring, who earlier venged like Sauron

Whence came the king, riding on the winds of oblivion

while marching along each wing, were small little 'vivillon'.

Ran the darkness hiding in a large hay,

When marched the king alongside his frey,

Over the beautified meadow in grey.

Such is the mighty king, the sweet smell of showered soil!

Taking at once, all heated inner turmoil.

Hopes closed the iron doors of yesterday,

And removed the anchors from the ship of forth-day,

And realised yellow, the fellow in yellow in the grey today.

The park smiled happily, at kids swinging swing,

The ground amazed gladly, at the ball crossing the rings

And cross passed suddenly, the eagles with spread wings.

Fish and turtles bonded lovely, by the love clouds have bring;

Everything blended splendidly, like the arts made by Mings.

A calm silence knocked my doors,

Persuading me to end the gloomy lores,

And take my titanic safe to the shore.

I decided now to ignore the egoist threats,

Calm the venge and release the psychic wraths

And hold the hands of the person, whom everybody left.

I continued sitting by the window, on the soft pillow.

From the windows, cool breeze and sweet smell had my senses swallow.

Far from the meadow rustled a voice low, of the great earthly banyow

wising as if, "Thou shan't thinketh a backdraw, from thee new inner cello!"

 Thank you for reading. As this is my first time writing a poem, I am excited to hear your reviews and wisdom.