Drive Amidst Nature Poem by Rizwana Sultana

One clear morning, we went to roam,
We kept on travelling so far and far,
Until we came across the fields of corn,
In the fresh fragrant air of early dawn.
The little wooden houses,
On the roadside,
And the branches of trees,
Spreading far and wide.

Amidst the fresh blades,
Of emerald green grass,
We had to slowly,
And steadily pass.
Yellow blossoms hanging,
From the branches,
And the green carpet of grass,
Looking like ranches.

Finally, we entered the park,
Full of flowers colored light and dark,
The little touch-me-nots on the ground,
The huge sturdy trees all around.
The playful slides and swings,
For small and little kids,
And the herbs and plants,
With their tiny seeds.

Watching the little green birds caged,
I was completely engaged.
Poor birds with no freedom,
In the small area, full of boredom.
Why are humans so heartless?
Their captivity remains endless.
Until death knocks at their door,
They only dream to fly and soar.