If one doesn't see beauty in nature, I wonder what would arouse him then;
Oh, how nature has inspired every sonneteer's verses, every poet's pen.
How can one help noticing nature's magical poetry;
Its every element exhibits a different kind of balladry.
You call them raindrops falling from clouds;
I call them priceless pearls, unheeded by the crowds.
You say the clouds cover up the skies;
But it looks like heaven embracing us, to my eyes.
You see grass blades growing from the soils around;
I see carpets, softer than muslin, laid on this abode's ground.
You look at wind-blown branches swaying up on trees;
I look at green beings, dancing and enjoying the soothing breeze.
You hear birds flying around, chirping boisterously;
I hear nature's messengers giving out lessons of harmony, so lovingly.
You see colourful flowers in gardens and yards;
I see Mother Earth's tiara made of radiant flowers.
You see the dusk, when the sky is abstractly coloured;
I see an amazingly painted canvas with edges slightly withered.
You see the moon and stars shining to eradicate the dark;
I see torches and lamps lighting the path for any journey you embark.
You feel the wind making the atmosphere cool;
I feel the wind delivering happiness to every gloomy soul.
There're so many gifts of nature, which we need to prize;
Every time I discover a different wonder, it's an utter surprise.
Hush your mind, and your soul shall hear nature's loving whispers;
Close your orbs, open your heart's eyes, and nature's enchantment you'll decipher.
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