The confectionary whiff of these zeniths has kept me restful

‘Seen as fine these bees yield tasteful honey

In all this zeal I’ve inferred you stressful

As we flee from heat the times it’s sunny

Gulped the waters from brooks,

Gulped this bliss of serenity

These jaded beards grew out of fear

Moments pass, and I disappear

Propose me light I’ll shade you clear

‘Found me lost in roads away,

I can’t seem to find my way

‘Hope this road is not one way

For I know now your gloom I crave.