Ignored Secrets Of Nature Poem by Rizwana Sultana

From the tiniest maple leaf-yellow,
Which is smooth and mellow,
To the large and mighty tree
Of pine or willow,
Everything has its own prettiness and value.

Even the frogs croaking,
With their loathsome voice
Just after the rain
In the puddle full, producing noise.

Though the lightning roars angrily,
And causes a haunting feeling
At the same time paints on sky
A golden flame line.

From the icy terrain,
With cold cotton snow
To the erupting molten rocks
In the violent volcano.

Each and everything
Is a part of nature's wing,
From the orange sun to the silvery crescent,
The icy terrains shrouded in mist.

From the smallest pebble,
To the huge rocky boulder,
Each object adds its own extrinsic beauty,
To the nature's shoulder.

From the bellowing of buffaloes,
To the bleating of sheep,
Music is filled in the pristine air,
Reaching every corner on the land, bare.