What a pleasant evening this evening is!
The silent crescent moon in the sky,
The trees of the land and the clouds of the sky
Standing still at the majesty of the moon,
The gentle breeze from the South moves with ease.
All these, nature's silence mocks at man's violence!
This silent beauty never fails in duty.
The keeper of time never delays any splendor in suspense
Inevitably some may have spent up their time in odd jobs,
Most often monotonous works, which nobody likes to take up.
For them and many others nature is the only solace
It's better to lie down somewhere in nature
Suitable to sing songs in praise of its beauty,
Rather than to fly high against the odds.
Moon, stars, trees, birds do their jobs
But for the poets who is there to appreciate them?
Yet the beautiful jobs they do, they do regularly and perfectly.
There are so many things to be learnt from nature
But this is the one thing man always fails to understand
Nature is a lover of perfection through creation.
Beauty, grandeur, richness and variety
are what nature aims to achieve
Unlike other beings,
man alone part of nature can think and do great things,
But most often fails to think and achieve perfection.
Indeed man but not nature is a great mystery!
