A take after this: (After Guardian)

  A  take  after this:   After  Guardian

  After all the endearing seasons, for they  

  are  inevitable  part  of  this  sacred  Creation,
  rivulets  and  brooks  and  falls  ever flow
  as  I  sing  and compose in even rhymes
  and  notes mellifluous  and extempore;
  if tall trees befriend birds  or birds befriend those
  in woods  monopolize  for long it is a
   pleasurable  act of perpetuation of woody  life and leisure;
  life  in them  and  life for us in store of observation
   of  delectable  sight. There is always rhyme in  
   chirping and butterflies skipping around ;
   birds  and gurgling  brooks  and parrots green
   and  throbbing  doves  are Times’  celestial;
   I  write  and  sages  and  visionary seers
   and seekers of wisdom  just  as bards of  
   ancient past wrote  and still the art of
   writing goes  on  amidst  seeing Hell of
   Heaven or Heaven of Havens: we all are
   Bound  by Time’s collocation; Time goes on still.