My Daughter Elf! (Part-I) Poem by Shishir kant

How beautiful little hands of my daughter elf!
Like a free wind runs slowly in Nature herself,
The lovely, beauty green treats her as own
And amid the branches of tree, she grown.

The branches and the beast were her good friends,
Look there how Nature made her trained;
Her beauty is Nature's own beauty,
Both never forget to one another duty.

Nature had made her precious and beautiful,
And she towards mother was highly dutiful;
Without seeing sun rays, she joyfully runs every ways,
In the sun rays, she spends all he days.

Nature taught her own precious and beautiful art;
Winds, storms and birds were her beautiful cart,
Nature produced the daughter the craft very soft;
And she runs very highly on mountain and loft.

Nature never taught her the tricky and betray,
Amid the woods and trees, she stray;
And jumped from one to other like a monkey;
Nature never found her to act like a donkey.

She sings all beasts in fasts gather to hear;
All dance and celebrate the coral song of dear;
How the fortunate were those who heard the song;
And remains attract towards the moment for long.

Nature made a beautiful and lovely home;
Here she finds a gnome made of loam,
And she kept herself far from earthly hurdle;
Mother, Nature surrounded her as a girdle.