Both, they are feeding from the tummy,
Shared responsibility of Papa and mummy,
I always watch, see them with utter surprise,
‘We keep the expectation, are we the wise? '
Ah! Such a divinity! Nature's holy- jolly boon,
The art of birds; swooned better than moon,
How far we are away from the nature's rays!
He is only to be praised, raise and praise-praise,
Every moment that we look into holy nature,
A glance by chance, shows the path to nurture,
Nature is the joy, a teacher divine, hope for thrills,
How he was shocked once, seeing the daffodils
Our wisdom is the gift of Lord, by capturing solely nature,
If we follow these acts of nature, then, can we destroy future?
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nature as a guide to improve our future as it has done earlier........alas we have abused her benevolence.....poem with a beacon of hope