The sun shines; none bothers,
The moon grins; none has time,
The breeze blows; the leaves enjoy,
The rains pours; the meadow bathe,
The stars bloom on sky mother's scarf,
The river runs to look for its friends,
The clouds gather to facilitate the thirst,
man has changed; no more enjoy the free stuff,
the bowed rainbow already become the candy,
the rain pours straight on the head under the shower,
noiseless thermostat can make you hot and cold,
man has changed; nature is minimized,
Every heart is pretentious; no more defeated,
Men are handsome; dependent of gadgets,
Transfer of fund and emotions in a click,
when the last second strikes, New Year born.
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Yes so true - everything has become so mechanical that man has forgotten to enjoy the beauties of Nature which is a free gift of God. Well described!