Capricious Moods Of Nature Poem by Mamta Agarwal

I was sitting on my terrace,
A smile lit up my face.
As I looked up
Sipping tea from my blue cup.

The sky was overcast,
I don’t know when was the last
Time I felt so serene and gay.
It had to be due to the cool breeze, rare in May.

In no time it started to pour,
A tiny black bird came to rest at my door.
It looked disheveled as it was soaked to the skin.
I felt she was in some way my kin.

The colors, shapes, capricious moods of nature
Filled me with a sense of wonder.
And I thought what fun the creator
Must have had letting his imagination wander.

After a hot April, the cool air was a treat,
And I let my senses feast
On the beauty around me,
Isn’t it sad we are too busy to see
That God is present everywhere,
We just forget to stand and stare.