The Beauty Of Nature

• Vishal Verma, Grade 10, St Virgil's College - Senior School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition

Over the dense shady grey of the dense mist surrounding the mountain,
where the flowing streams pass below the soles of my feet; where the roses shiver from the raucous cold. The tall ferns keep secrets untold of lullabies that were once told in an era of the past. Sigh upon sigh my breath turns to smoke, as the distant waterfalls lay unprovoked by human emotions.
As the lurking lustrous clouds create a current ever so brisk. I fix my gaze on an anonymous person in the distant. Her edgy feminine figure juxtaposes with the towering velvety snowy caps. As her heels gently tap the crystallised water of the shallow ponds, which break into ripples. Her laced silky dress camouflages with the thick murky vines dangling from tree tops. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean and i know that I have drowned in too deep, when I witness a glint of white flickering in her eyes; caused by the light of the moon on an overcast day. As an enchanting hymn of a violin joins the alluring scene, her pink angular cushioned lips press against each other. The desire to meet her still resides in me, as my fire is not quenched but quietened. But I still admire nature, in this nostalgic memory of mine; even if it is just a dream.