Nature And The Senses Poem by ashok jadhav

At dawn the sky exhales in pale soft blue,
The hush of night still clings to trembling leaves;
Cool earth breathes up its scent, both old and new,
While sparrows stitch the silence as they weave.
A river hums with light along its skin,
Each ripple holding stories brushed by time;
The sun pours gold where shaded roots begin,
And warms the stones that sleep in patient rhyme.
The wind moves past, a hand upon my face,
It tastes of grass, of rain not yet revealed;
I stand and feel my heartbeat slow its pace,
As if the world itself were gently healed.
In such brief hours, when sense and soul unite,
I learn how deeply living feels like light.