The Golden Harvest

The ether and air of bliss was teasing the gold,
Exciting the golden mustard field of harvest.
The river of gold was ebbing its way bold,
Slowly and softly little tributaries it carvest .
Perceiving the game of nature, dancing I entered,
Hopping like a grasshopper, flying like a butterfly.
The swift time, seeing thus my dancing heart, deferred,
stopped for a moment, leased me to fly high up in the sky.
I paused for an instance and glanced at the dark world,
But unsubmitting it into my blissful mind, soul and heart.
Started again to relish in this and happily swirled,
In the golden harvest of happiness and joy from the start.

Providence seems to be singing :
“Come ! Come ! the harvest is done !
Of happiness and joy and all the fun.
Oh ! Fleeting time please do not run,
Lease us enjoy and all pain shun.
Comes it but once in a thousand,
Makes us joyful so we rouse and
Relish like in our dream land.
True bliss, its value precious golden,
Its loving embracing arms silver.
Its hot overflowing rapture does colden,
The grief and sorrow so we savor.
Time is fleeting and waits for none,
Once loads of joy comes should not be shun.
But enjoy and fly till the next hour comes,
The interim may be tears and pain that hums,
So that we beings bear easily with ardor in lumps.
So that we learn to live and never cloy,
Cherishing happy moments and all the joy.
Come, Come ! The harvest is done !
Of happiness and joy and all the fun.
Oh ! Fleeting time please do not run,
Lease us enjoy and all pain shun.”

The ether and air of bliss was teasing the gold,
Exciting the golden mustard field of harvest.
The river of gold was ebbing its way bold,
Slowly and softly little tributaries it carvest .
The farmer now laughs and joys at this sight.
The extent of his happiness is of immeasurable height.
There is no doubt of this fact and everything is right,
That the Golden Harvest is a heavenly divine light.

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