kalyani gopakumar


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The beauty of the nature

Tup, tup the footsteps go
Whose is it? I wondered
It was my dad
walking on the lush green grass
Happy butterflies all around
Cute little birds pecking on the ground
One bright morning, when the sun shone like an orange fire ball,
I saw the birds making their home
What a wonderful sight it was

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