Today, while returning home, I looked up at a tree,

Birds were sunbathing,

Fruits were looking down at me,

Leaves were keeping it with the breeze,

And through a small gap,

The orange sunshine, played peek-a-boo with me,

It was all a wonderful sight,

But dreadful too,

Why you know, 'cause I went too far in imagination,

And saw a rope hanging from the toughest branch,

And a lifeless body hanging from it,

And a  soul drifting away,

And fortunately it was me.