It’s a mystery
Since age old
History…
However much,
We face the
Wrath of
Nature…
We still
Love her,
Admiring
Her
Ageless
Beauty.
Earthquakes
Tsunamis,
Landslides,
Floods and
Volcanoes,
All become
Passé, when
Spring…
Blossoms
In our garden
When rain…
Smells of
Wet earth.
Unconditional
Love, we have
For nature…
She gives us
So many pains
Yet we forget
And forgive
Her,
Basking in the
Pleasure…
Of her
Priceless
Treasure…
That she
Gives
Without
Measure…
And we
Enjoy at
Leisure…
Holidaying,
Stress-busting
Sight-seeing…
Eases us away
From our
Diurnal…
Work pressure.
