I am witnessing with my eyes the nature take a bath,
It seems so glorious,
But it has its aftermath.

Why so harsh
even the rivers overflow
Why so harsh only mother nature knows.

Why so much human am I to witness this?

I am so much happy to be one of them,
Who enjoys waters to my roots and my stem,
The tiny droplets that bounce off my leaves
The joy I get never seems to cease.

~Ajay

*Note: this was my very first poem.
May 2014