Wondrous are the ways of Nature
Capturing, hiding the sun in a leaf,
Revealing it in a colourful belief,
Fruits of absolute joy, a treasure.
Giving life to all lives,
Giving shelter to all tribes,
The Nature plays a rhythm divine,
Transforming the woods into a shrine.
Nature destroys the apathetic traders;
Blind, unforgiving, hitting with catastrophes,
Listening not to the heavens, the creators,
But to the Time that heals.
A dense forest or a tiny plant,
Both are Nature’s marvel;
Her ethereal hands are the mantle
That blesses our lonely planet.
- Moony Clay
- Fine-Tuning The Fears
- Tick-Tock, Time For Treasure Hunt
- Beauty in Perfection and Vice-Versa: The Japanese Take
- Together We Enjoy Enjaami