Blog, my newest buddy

Thanks Blog for coming to an ill life

In wee hours if I can't sleep at night

You're my ears,my eyes & my nose
The catch basin of my mind that flows

Melancholic foe eventually set its foot
After a coupled-anno on this desert's root
Chums' bind long before entertwined
Now collapsed and dried up the long adored- vine

A quaere protruded right before me
Predicaments came,trunk so weary
In three-fourths vessel, in all corners
Wretched, oppression, fill cup saucers

This unfair plight,why oh why
Even if trunk, a hundred times did try
One flower,profoundly no oblivion

Rage planted,sows when peeps occasion

Humbly this trunk knelt to the ground
But endlessly the flower emits same strange sound

Barred others to converge some connection

Intrusiveness blind,life's not mere competition

A flower and a bee crawled to cloud 7 summit

Marked their halls so high above the limit

Earthly dreams covered, overrated by seclusion

Wormed by temporal poignant illusion

Even at living-source vast, trunk is dying

For masters ill usage, an ant just keep sighing

Thy Eywa hopefully hear this slender plea

The mere pillar,a grip could get by a weakening tree

Thanks Big Blog for being here

The sole voucher of this flaming sphere

Gratefully, one stand is in good hands

You and the mountain,oh strong treasured strands