Nature's Gifts Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Fog, snow - precipitate and thunder stark,
Lightning roars and the rains heavy,
Do the fierce moods of nature mark;
Floods, droughts and the quakes wavy,
Are not to the cherished taste of man,
Who aye seeks grandeur, love and smack -
The quintessence of all birth and bloom span,
With instilled glee and gloss on the stray track;
Change and distortion, but to discord lead;
There is the urge to concur with and harness -
Not to ruthlessly maim, drain, sap or bleed;
Nature's gifts are charming if handled with finesse.