Looking from the window,seeing the birds chirp

waking from a sleep,having a new kind of dream

I often wander how such nature can be?

Is it like always or it's me got a new way to see? 

May be God arranged  a meeting to decide,

how tress will look,how birds will fly,

whether fish will swim or gaze in the ground

and hills will be vast with vails profound

Nothing but surprises comes to me,

Is it like always or it's me got a new way to see?

Can you tell me what's more refind?Is it the cascade

or the sea,or any other sights with white daisy?

Or I must ask the creator,God himself

for none other being can create such plains

Nothing but surprises comes to me,

Is it like always or it's me got a new way to see?