I.
Tranquil outlook of the distant green undulating landscape,
Implacable yellow flowers dotingly caress the hills far away,
Branches sacredly flown, veils of the broad sweetness,
Like eagle wings; spread crowns of multiple colors,
Cringingly neighborliness, is this not nature at its best?
II.
Umm! The road ahead between here and there,
Presciently rough, like all virgin terrains,
It appears, streams through hills and valleys,
The natural strappings, spring at the willow’s end,
The wrinkled tree barks, marks time scribbled.
III.
I feel on my face the winds, then a shift their direction,
Leaf litters circulate from furrows down below eastwards,
The likeliness of rain in these surround, doubtful!
A sudden drop of the temperature, turned tropical to temperate,
Then the heavens open up to declare torrential downpour.
IV.
From where I stand, shocked, startled and stormed yet to move,
Watching raindrops pour on the tender herbs, and
Showers on the valley covered grass field,
Surprised and speechless, what transpired in the stroke of time,
Transfixed by eloquent display of awesome natural magnificence.
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Lovely depiction of breathtaking loveliness of a beautiful natural terrain, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Cash. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.