Gracious Nature

She is a Gracious God worshipped by poets like Bharathi and Wordsworth. The treasures of nature are covered by a film of familiarity. She with her cue always instructs some morals or truth to men. But men never understand that she is All-Powerful and they never feel rue for their wrongs done to her. 

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.