Nature's Play Is Unique Poem by Bidyarnab Das

Nature's play is unique,
Somewhere raining water, flowing rivers,
There is a raging sea somewhere,
So there is a quiet lake somewhere.

The form of nature is never unique,
Sometimes the wind blows,
So sometimes you become silent,
The play of nature is unique.

Sometimes the sky turns blue, red, yellow,
Sometimes it is surrounded by black and white clouds,
The play of nature is unique.

Sometimes the sun illuminates the world with light,
So sometimes in the dark night the moon and stars twinkle,
The play of nature is unique.

Sometimes dust flies on dry land,
Sometimes it covers itself with a blanket of greenery,
The play of nature is unique.

Somewhere the sun hides in a corner,
Then he comes out from the other corner and hits a four.
The play of nature is unique.