In Nature's Lap Poem by Satyendra Pratap singh

You and I till doom's day
in this changing world
would walk together hands in hands, every path, high and low, come my way.

where's the sun makes
dew on grass blade
sprakle like diamond rich
Cool breeze drives sweet
incenses of blooming flowers.

On the top of a mountain
where's the sky is open large
and water cascading majesticly by my side
in midist of a deep wood
filled with nighteangle's music.
I'll make a hut for ourself.