Essence
Mature Honey
Dew drops showing golden glitter,
Sun must be growing from the corner.
If I feel rain of love,
It must be because of His grace
Though a dog can not order for meal,
Master must be in a kind mood to deal.
Ticket you can not snatch while in quo,
Your turn must be due.
Deserts do not guide the travelers,
Some bright star must have shown the ways.
Steps slippery impede the journey upward,
Hands unseen must have pushed forward.
Hovering bees tell with mild sound,
Season of mature honey is around.
