Every canvas of nature, an alluring patient tale
Flora and Fauna, keep pouring into that holy grail
How do I commence this verse, is an arduous question?
Each word ought to be justified, opines the prologue’s accession
Top order comprises oak groves, shuffled by thunderbolt Thor
Their fruits as Acorns, life wheels for woodpeckers, future groves, and more.
Time to shift to fauna, Spiders evidently drew first blood
Exemplary goal clingers, looked up by adults and each bud.
Nonchalantly, a spider falls on my shoulder, I retract from verse steering
Names on my list, I introspect, while their eyes are peering
Thor comes to my rescue, speaks through a roaring thunder
God chosen pearls on patience choker, let no man put asunder
Switching to sagacious sermons, Zeus began the down pours
“Many epics and essays, won using patience’s hands as oars
However, those are relic remains, we need people to comprehend its cores
Patience is that tonic, we should make for each dawn
Fire and brimstone could be most cups, yet each sip we should embrace as our own.”
