In the Womb of Nature

The endless expanse of sky

has so much to convey.

The blue vault above, "Oh", I utter

but a tint of grey makes me cry.

The azure is often visited by myriad birdies.

Oh! I wish i had feathers too

so that I could touch the clouds

and become the heaven's attendee.

The fleet flow and equable ebb of water,

No! No! No! I can't miss it out.

Its undulating ripples narrate its journey

of the reconciliation of the droplets with the river.

Notice the rain dropping at your feet

that stemmed from the icy fields so frigid.

Evacuate the uptown right now

and dance on its rythemic beats.

The air that fills the empty spaces,

we, living every second at its mercy.

Sometimes a gusty gush, sometimes a placid breeze,

sets off everything to move in grace.

The snow glows white on the mountains.

Its splendor at crack of dawn is a godsend.

Fence in the ideal vibes of the massive massifs,

feel the perpetual peace and let go your pains.

Under the shade of an altruistic tree,

every cataclysm turns to naught.

The rattling of its foliage brings in solace

and a curtain of compassion touches me.

Showers of iridescence fill the world with colours.

The divinity of nature edifies everything it touches.

Oh! i can be happy for eternity

in the warm womb of the intransient nature.