Poetry

1. NO PAYMENTS
You don’t have to pay the clouds to ecstatically rain; torrentially shower golden
droplets of ebullient liquid; upon fathomlessly parched territories of; desolately naked
soil,
You don’t have to pay the flowers to diffuse scent; blossom into romantically swirling
mists of desire; to blissfully bequeath their fountain of unfathomable fragrance; to
one and all; redolently alike,
You don’t have to pay the soil to fructify into fruit; astoundingly spawn a civilization
of bountiful prosperity; a celestial township of unitedly Herculean strength,
You don’t have to pay the wind to rhapsodically blow; profoundly perpetuate each
cranny of the despairingly bedraggled atmosphere; with the insurmountably vivacious
elixir to triumphantly surge ahead in life,
You don’t have to pay the Sun to royally rise; inundate every iota of the dolorously
darkened earth; with optimistically heavenly and Omnipotent rays of dazzling light,
You don’t have to pay the cow to uninhibitedly ooze milk; disseminate its irrefutably
sacrosanct essence to the most remotest corner of this Universe; miraculously fortify
sagging bones with its divinely aura,
You don’t have to pay the Moon to resplendently shimmer; enchantingly radiate
infinite streams of milky moonlight; to metamorphose every drearily beleaguered
night; into the fulfilling river of paradise,
You don’t have to pay the grass to exotically tingle your feet; profusely incinerate
infernos of tantalizingly untamed desire in your impoverished countenance; as you
gallivanted on it at the crack of ravishingly ethereal dawn,
You don’t have to pay the waterfall to mystically enlighten; magically besiege every
part of your monotonously staggering demeanor; with tangily inscrutable sensations
of; seductively gorgeous life,
You don’t have to pay the cuckoo to awaken you every morning; melodiously deluge
your dwindling soul; with stupendously everlasting tunes of; harmoniously new-found
excitement,
You don’t have to pay the sea to impart you frosty salt; mischievously tickle every
despicably despondent nerve of your manipulative form; with unprecedented
adventure and exhilarating froth,

2. You don’t have to pay the dolphins to voluptuously dance; incinerate the impeccably
wandering child in your treacherously incarcerated senses; make you delightfully sing
under the blazing Sun,
You don’t have to pay the deserts to compassionately warm; engender pricelessly
silver beads of effulgent perspiration; to trickle handsomely down your diminutive
nape,
You don’t have to pay the child to indefatigably intrigue; incredulously bewilder even
the most stringently commercial tycoon in you; to innocuously dream beyond the
realms of infinite infinity,
You don’t have to pay the Almighty Creator to endlessly evolve; as he Omnisciently
maneuvered even the most inconspicuous element of your life; blessed you with the
spell binding virility; to procreate countless more of your holistic kind,
You don’t have to pay the conscience to unequivocally dispel sagacious
righteousness; irrevocably refrained you in your salaciously advancing footsteps; every
time you were greedily enticed towards the heinously wrong,
You don’t have to pay your mother to bear you in her godly womb; blissfully nourish
even the most minuscule bone in your visage; to see you eternally blossom into the
ray of timeless happiness,
You don’t have to pay breath to keep you vivaciously bouncing and beamingly alive;
joyously impound every extinguishing desire of your insidiously asphyxiated
body; with the unsurpassable ardor to lead glorious life,
And you don’t have to pay the heart to bestow upon you the immortal love of your
life; bond its unassailably majestic beats with the most gorgeously priceless mission;
of your each extraordinarily jubilant lifetime .