Distant hills look like soft tides
Sylvan beauty mist draped, forest hides
Its trees creepers in emerald green
The roar of falls breaks silence unseen
Then the lashing lightning across cloud
Hits in a flash, against the dark shroud
Though momentary charms of nature unfold
Only to free our mind, rescue from ennui's held!
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Beautiful! Nature is a balm to rejuvenate our tired body, mind and soul. Thanks for sharing.