Nature's Main

• Faiza Tabassum
• Poetry
• 2016

The warm, radiant sunshine
The only voice is that of mine.
The few steady footsteps behind me,
The sky dotted with fluffy white clouds is all I see.

The gently swaying flowers,
Forever growing with the help of the showers.
The slowly emerging hilltops
And the well-built bowers.
These features are what makes a place honest.

The clouds spreading to express the beauty of the sun,
A golden orb resting in the sky.
Across the peaceful, still atmosphere the winds run.
The birds sing up high.

The foliage of red and green leaves littering the ground
The glorious singing of the birds is the only sound.

The sweet aroma of grass,
The hrarty smell of soil.
The merry rustling leaves of canopies we pass
All the things of nature we must not spoil.

Branches holding out outstretched limbs
Begging for fresh air and rain.
No matter what, nature is always the main.