Three munites i ponder

...I was never blooming,
...in joy,nor snashing my teething,
...at melodies of others around me,
...the agent of anger came visiting me,

...I left from pry eyes of my anchor den,
...and walked into the ambience,
...of fortress rain forest hideout,
...as quiet as a calm sea.

...Beautiful creek trailed along in the gump,
...i sat patiently in silence of the mid-day cool,
...my mind fliped through a menace of acrimony,
...the eruption of my lost pride

...It took me in sumounted miseries of life,
...the mistakes of selfishness,
...and my extent of trials in less proportion of time,
...my bills that needed been sorted,

...The world seemed crumbling before my eyes,
...what life really meant to me,
...where are the stories of my lasting happiness,
...what is magic of my transformation,

...And how well is my attempt to choose the nooks,
...i dwell in much tears of conformities,
...i saw my image paled out of blame,
...the little world is cruel,i said....

...The sun peeled the skies,
...and rays of it streaks in,pireced,
...the giant leaves,and let its harshness,
...descended on my head.

...When critters of hidden grotty,
...screamed behind me,then i hopped,
...away in fear of drifting my blood,
...in feast for a wild beast.