A wise man said
It is the nature
The ultimate master
That never hurries,
and Never sends reminders
Yet everything is run
And accomplished in time
In a cycle with perfection.
Leave the concrete road
Follow trail on the side-line
Go out in the deep woods
And walk over pine needles
or the spongy green grass
To breathe the fresh air
Drink the cascade water
And taste sweet and sour fruits…
Then you would realize
The real bliss doesn’t rest
Under the closed and cosy roof
Surrounded by concrete walls
But in tasting the subtle air
Emanating from trees and shrubs
That so wonderfully invigorates
Renewing the weary body and soul.
Those who love nature
And go out to explore
Behold dynamism of nature
Wild life and green vegetation
Perceive beauty everywhere
With an infinite healing power
In a never-ending process
That assures in a recurring cycle
Life, aging, expiry and rejuvenation.
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