Nature's Painting. - Poem by Prasuna Ravindran
When I woke up in the Morning,
I saw a beautiful Painting.
Engraved on the nature's canvas.
There were golden rays of the baby sun
passing through the dense branches of the trees.
and gently kissing the dew drops on rose petals.
The due drops then,
Sparkled in glee with pride like pearls.
And the beautiful roses..
so fresh and sweet...,
winked...as if beckoning the bees.
And There was a myriad of blossoms..
White and soft as snow...
Decorating the grassy green path.
And there's my heart,
dancing and singing with the chirping birds.
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