When I am a young poet
I love to make my dreams
come true like sunbeams.
I never want to be late.
Love dreams of me, I bet!

I would shine the world
with my lovely poems.
I will make the streams
and just won't be ribald.
Love will come to me, I bet!

Lately my soul screams
for the beautiful nature,
Lives are like ice creams
and all souls will be a vapor!
That will happen, I believe it.

I love you and the creation
Please lemme stay a while!
God, I need your supervision
I bow to you and always will!
I always want to be perfect.

The storm clouds have passed.
I wish you, O troubled soul, peace.

"Rise to the occasion"...
Whispered the still voice
Stop falling through the seemingly bottomless situation
Shut your ears to the wailing and distracting noise

Activate your powerful wings
Don't lose sight of your set heights
Respond to the bell of victory as it rings
Rise! Rise!! Rise!!!