Nature :
She rests in a drop of dew,
Couched in a flower new.
Getting her glance is blessed for few.
Grace flows from her for souls to view.
She floats along with the sky's elegant cloud,
Singing elegy for her sinking sun aloud.
She rushes towards the sea that blew,
In the guise of air, dancing with waves that glowed.
She stands firm with trees in the queue,
Painfully bestowing fruits to men as her due.
She crosses risible men with her cue,
Worrying for them who never feel rue.
3 comments:
Very good rythm . I liked it very much.
hey.. the way you personified nature,making her sing,dance, float,stand,worry is awesome indeed!!
Hi Gay,
It's too nice and rythmic....
Ramya & Padma
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