I sense my Krishna (poem)

Whenever, I see a tree,
I hear my Krishna playing flute,
with legs dangling down a branch,
somewhere, sitting on a hidden branch.

Whenever, I see the sky,
I see my Krishna smiling naughtily,
with mouth and hands rubbed in butter,
somewhere, crawling behind white clouds.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)