Without Orchestra Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Let us have the patience
Let us have the time to hear
There to share experience with woods
Their whispers, sounds, and music in winds
It is a precious experience those who can
In fact it is sacred, and sanctified in heavens
For best of humans, for their own sake
Forgets all of us to have a little fun
Or time to enjoy their blessings here
Without an expense of our own for orchestra
The woods have its of melancholy of sounds.