I was in a sunny place of a dome,

With beautiful acacias blooming around,

Fluttering butterflies offer warm welcome,

The feel of the allure was already around.

Deep in the scenic rose’s bush,

I observed a white creature with cringles,

It was singing soothingly and made me hush,

It was a bird that I aptly named an angle.

Fallen in the field of her awful beauty,

Of all, I loved a bright yellow flower,

My eyes started looking odd, but dainty,

As it shined with its fullest power.

Orange sun rays glittered deep in my eyes,

With the intense feeling from abode far away,

But hopes in my eyes were sacrificed,

And stored my dream never to fade away.

~ Phenden Yoezer

Bhutan