Natural Beauty

Beauty is what you realise in nature ,
Begins to love every creature.
Grassy field that grows in meadow,
Things that are tactlessly bestowed.
Radiance of sun that lights your day,
Go out and brighten your way.
Blossom flowers that behold your eyes,
Nothing more beautiful than a flower, be wise.
Success is the way you have to chase,
It depends upon your will power’s pace.
Beauty resides in nature,
Beneath the sea you find treasure.
Fluffy clouds covered by sky,
It can’t be measured don’t ask me why?
Trees are like nurturing place,
Cultivate and never replace.
Praise all seasons,
All are for some reason.
Spill out the words of gratitude,
And never show attitude.
Chirping of birds cheers up your day with noise,
Sometimes you like to synchronise with their voice.
Don’t give up and be in sorrow,
After a hurricane comes a rainbow.
Dreams can change into reality,
Stand up and use your mentality.
Come over and build up cordiality,
Let’s get over feudality.
Mountains steady the land,
With fine particles of sand.
Sky is dark but the stars are shining,
No blessing can make you blinding.
Whatever the harsh words inside your brain,
Now it’s time to let them drain.

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Shabeeh Kamoonpuri
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Wow!!! Very motivating thoughts depicted in this awesome poem.Full of positivity.beautiful imagery.welldone.

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