When I tread over the
green meadows,
I could sense the tender
touch of wind.
It caresses over my
whole body,
And, gradually, embraces
my soul.
This inner state is puzzling!
Am I in a trance or is
this real?
There is no stint to
waste,
Every moment is exceptionally
special.
I walk again, onward
holding the frills of my
beautiful gown,
which, but failed to contest
with,
the incredible magnificence
of flora and fauna around!
I could hear the
sprinkling of water,
Yes, spotted a crystal-clear
spring.
I stepped into it with curiosity
within,
Such a devastating feeling!
Butterflies twirl in
harmony,
Trees beam in amity,
Squirrels run in
seriatim,
Buds blossom in opulence.
There are hardly any cut
downs,
Barely any vehemence.
Oh mother Earth, hoping
wholeheartedly,
That thee transcend all
the odds.
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