The magical whiteness of the streets Pleasing my weary soul, Snowfall covering the trees Filling my heart with childish delight, And the icy breeze touching my face Ah! What a solace – gift of God. Snow beads clinging to my overcoat Making me wet all over... Then I quickly enter my timbered house After the wonderful morning walk. The enchanting winter of Boston Smiles at me from the windowpane Thrilling every ounce of me. I am so spell bound by nature’s allure That while having a sip of coffee I tell myself ‘I am but not alone, The divine Nature is with me.’
Nature thrills our soul and it gives boundless pleasure.So it awakes the desire of living.It fullfills our body and soul both with indescribable bliss.It is boon to whole mankind.But man is running after wealth and ignores it. The result is that the tension and so many diseases clutch him.You are too lucky to enjoy this mother nature in so many ways.I felt very happy to read your poem on gift of nature.A lot of thanks.Thank you so much.
