It was an arrival of dawn when I happen to peep through my window pane,
I was caught up by this temporary art that the season gain,
Though far yet it was almost touching my fantasies from this side of curtain.
Bouncing like a bubble out of rainbow hue,
Progressing and falling high and slow like a slide with an idea entirely new,
That bridge leading me in some shades of yellow white green and blue.
Illusioned by this chilly work of art,
Which seems like a thread weaved Or a knitted woolen Or a reflective painting on a paper crush,
The floating cloud enveloping with its
butter-milk look like brimming out of clay pot in rush.
Watching them I bet would drive you to the best experiences like painting holds to brush.
The crusts n troughs were making this valley complete,
Rising above the plains and from the perfection of being neet,
Inspired I started digging hard those collective amounts which were deep to repeat.
I was drawn by the Reindeers in a sleigh of being total thoughtless,
Riding me to heaven and sharing my happiness.