Here to absolute, the world’s incomplete segment
Working for something, that may not slog
To mend the broken walls
Catted by the devastating melancholy of Nature
Singing the lyrics of berserk hazards
Destroying what is within the compass
Easily carrying the laboured lightly
Scattering beyond, untidiness
And shoving the stable
Giving it a lifetime movement
Though nor a plan, caught it moving
Only Nature knows
How to concept sensations to revelation
Deriving the ways of Spite
Endorsing the world, not on sale
Yield to serve, and save the desperate
Specially ordering to sedate high hearts
And the server is certainly Painting
