Nature ode

Photo by Pjotr Savitski

Nature is a mother’s womb wherein
purest of souls lie within.
Souls of trees, souls of flowers
and soul of humming bee that moves around in the park.
All it does tell is the way to give
and aspires to live the life of a philanthropist.
As trees give us shade on a shining day
and its wood give us bed on which we could lay.
Flowers add the beauty we see all around
which spreads its fragrance even when falls on the ground.
Bees gather nectar and work so hard
so we could get honey and be like a pard.
No matter how much do they serve
we still treat them as a sewer.
Oh! man awake and build a canopy
until nature spread its wings and take you to its panoply.
Thus ,stop harnessing nature for you have to take its toll
Learn to be a part of wise gentility
and travel in nature’s sapphire with greatest tranquility.
Learn to give as they sway and try to smile in nature’s way.
For they are the finest gift of lord,
and make the world a happier sphere.

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