Secret Bliss Poem by vittal vandavasu

There was an old man
In the merry glen
Who would sit for hours that ran,
On green fields then

Joyous birds chirped in the air
The jolly man be blessed
He had no more woe that's fair
But dances although still stressed

He would close his eyes for the breeze
Passing through him slow and smooth
It glided through the trees
I never saw him act moodily

For amidst nature his preacher
Would he feel anything but soothe
He saw the bliss of every creature
From nature, love he used to loot

With so little time left
He must go with the theft
Of perpetual memories and emotions
Lucky lad had all of nature’s elations

He dances below the shower
Of leaves and flowers
The chances and wishes hover
But there is the secret bliss he covers