Divine Hymn Poem by Santu Paul

There is divinity in the soft greens
That sit new to grow first,
Or in the yellow ones
That touch the ground last.
There is divinity in the colours
That the vegetations embrace.
Or in the dew drops
That crown the Green Empress.
There is divinity in the glassy ripples
That swim over the shadowy pond.
Or in the cool breezes
That rise them with a silent bond.
There is divinity in the bird's neck
That holds the rainbow little,
Or in the wild flowers
That hypnotise the hovering bettle.
There is divinity in the seeds
That are hidden in colourful wombs,
Or in the soft edging boughes
That hold the flowers for tombs.
There is divinity in the shadows
That play with the floating rays,
Or in the chirping green
That evokes a pretty praise.
There is divinity in the milky clouds
That whiten for a blessing shower,
Or in the forest trees
That spread hands for getting power.
There is divinity in the trunks
That hold the intricate designs,
Or in the spongy moss
That to My feet comfort resigns.
There is divinity in the Glow-worms
That make the Night Dream.
Or, in the wild aromas
That make drunken to the brim.
There is divinity in the trees
That hymn daily and nod,
Or, in the green place
That makes the alter of God.