If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife

SO WHAT

So what if the Sun disappeared behind the crimson
clouds; rendering the fabulously fathomless township
in a blanket of solitarily placid darkness,

So what if the Sun sunk in wholesome entirety behind
the gargantuan mountains; entirely abdicating even the
tiniest trace of graciously bright light,

So what if the Sun pathetically mellowed down in
blazing complexion; dismally obfuscating even the most
overwhelmingly towering entity in visible vicinity,

So what if the Sun preposterously appeared to be an
infinitesimal minnow; even infront of the most
capriciously fleeting shadow around,

The voluptuously enthralling still greeted you like a
majestically unassailable prince; and believe me the
night was more stupendously enchanting than the
acrimoniously sweltering day.

1.

So what if the Sun horrendously dimmed as the hours
frantically unleashed by; blinding the boundless
Universe in whirlpools of inexplicably inscrutable
blackness,

So what if the Sun nervously started to flutter; as
sombre winds of timidly serene evening commence to
perseveringly take complete control,

So what if the Sun inevitably developed shades of
subtle darkness; pathetically mitigating its
tumultuously blistering ferocity upon the trajectory
of this unendingly colossal planet,

So what if the Sun bid a transient adieu to the
gigantically sprawling earth; soon after celestially
placating dusk enshrouded its magical subtlety from
every conceivable side,

The seductively euphoric night was still your
eternally resplendent companion for the countless
instants ahead; and believe me the night was more
ebulliently exhilarating than the tenaciously
tyrannical and monotonous day.

2.

So what if the Sun started to lackadaisically waver in
unfathomable sky; obnoxiously hiding behind the
thunderous conglomerate of lightening and clouds,

So what if the Sun languidly stretched its ferociously
blistering palms for ethereal rest; eventually
melanging with the Omnipotent horizons,

So what if the Sun abruptly decided to relinquish the
periphery of this scintillating earth; leaving the
world around in bizarre blackness; without the most
diminutive of insinuation or prior notice,

So what if the Sun sporadically felt its rays being
irrevocably overpowered by the onset of the
ecstatically titillating evening; making holistic way
for nocturnal intricacies to impregnably transcend,

The marvelously bountiful night was still there for
you to spell bindingly rejoice; and believe me the
night was more Omnisciently captivating than the
manipulatively besieged corporate day.

3.

So what if the Sun resolutely shut down its formidably invincible shutters; at the first signs of ephemerally fickle minded dusk,

So what if the Sun intractably refrained to
unbelievably blaze till centuries unprecedented on the
trot; without the slightest of rest or evanescent interlude,

So what if the Sun remorsefully departed for its short lived abode; transiently evicting its insurmountably replenishing treasuries of optimism; till it shone once again at glorious dawn,

So what if the Sun lost its tinges of flaming red and
triumphant resurgence; non-invasively giving way to
dastardly darkness to be the uncrowned prince for some time,

The magnificently immortal night was still a blissful
messiah for you to uninhibitedly exult; and believe me
the night was more compassionately bonding than the
truculently scorching and unsparing day.