Brush And Wind Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

Now, I'm sitting under blue sky,
Moon can be seen in deep south west
I'm looking for 'thing of beauty---'
Don't know---for what? --- is Moon's quest.

Nature is very beautiful:
My tourist eyes see flowers and vales;
In air, see Birds of Paradise,
In lakes, in air breathing whales.

For me, Nature is a passion:
I've spent many nights in moonlight;
I stretch'd my arms to fly like birds;
I get lost in each fairy-sight.

God is Painter of every scene:
He paints with invisible brush;
We see spring makes the whole world green:
But, do not see what makes the flush!

I ponder on God's brush and think:
To spread beauties, God sends the wind---
Wind is the brush of God which paints
Beauties in world, so thinks my mind.

March 31,2022