Clime in clouds do not claim clemency in sorts
They resonate soulful in every wave that craves in

Pastoral beauties don’t pester just in past time glories
They weave ahead for pristine berries and pious stories

Sovereign life do not lament for sops at any moment
They endear well all nights in vintage wines as knights

Peaceful minds do not care for surging sea rushes
They crave more for the calmness and tranquility in all full or no moon days