The House that rose with greens,
accross the blue ponds and streams,
inside the woods, unto bosom of sleep,

he laid tired.
In a world of dip
rewards for greed
he persist in pains,
and agony, In the main
sun that followed his head

he tried
never deterred
he is forever
satisfied when every one flee
to tell the satisfaction
derived from his effort and plea
for more better ways to give action