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

A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mesmerizing dawn; you blossomed into celestial freshness; wholesomely shirking the hideously monstrous monotony of the previous bedraggled day,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of blissful dawn; you Wholeheartedly smiled the smile of your life; as the Omnipotently golden rays of the Sun smooched you in euphoric entirety,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of enchanting dawn;
you became oblivious to the treacherously barbarous tyrannies meted upon you; as even the most infinitesimally inane of your senses completely coalesced with the panoramic mists of mother nature,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of effulgent dawn;
you insatiably urged to defecate your miserably asphyxiated bowels; mollify your bereaved stomach with delectably fresh fruit and sparkling water,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of rhapsodic dawn;
you devoutly resolved never to repeat your mistakes of the past; astoundingly train every of your delinquent nerve; to perennially surge forward to eternal success,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of bountiful dawn;
you profoundly reminisced new memories of your majestically uninhibited childhood; when you cared a damn about this manipulative planet; compassionately suckling in the lap of your heavenly mother,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of victorious dawn;
you chalked out countless distinct strategies to irrefutably vanquish the indiscriminately rampaging devil; inexhaustibly striving for complete freedom of your mind; body and soul,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of poignant dawn;
you found the intensity of scarlet blood in your veins more profuse than ever; to holistically survive in times that were good as well as diabolically bad,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of Omniscient dawn;
you felt an inexorable fervor to discover encapsulating every cranny of your persona; alleviating you from the most severest of your wanton depression; into the aisles of timeless proliferation,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of emollient dawn;
You uninhibitedly danced with passionately enthralling ardor; letting every egregiously trapped staleness of you countenance; freely cascade out as beautifully fragrant sweat,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of philanthropic dawn; you found a boundless array of never-before flavors titillate the buds of your disparagingly emaciated tongue,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of immaculate dawn;
you tirelessly danced the whites and blacks of your emphatically crystalline eyes; to the magically unfurling beams of the pristinely whistling atmosphere,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of regale dawn;
you flirted with an unfathomable ocean of supreme sensuality; playing hide-n-seek with theevanescently crimson beams of the new-born Sun,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of mystical dawn;
you unravelled the mortifying introvert in you to the most unprecedented of your capacity; peerlessly blazing in the untamed ardor of intrepidly unflinching life,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of jingling dawn;
you tread your nimble foot more solidly on earth; more and more invincibly embedding your inimitable rudiments on the landscape of the fathomless globe,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivacious dawn;
you abdicated all your baseless nervousness; scintillated like a true warrior to defend your maliciously usurped and pricelessly venerated motherland,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of titillating dawn;
you felt every pore of your fecklessly limpid skin; intransigently desirous of being mischievously tickled by the winds of miraculously never-ending procreation,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of ecstatic dawn;
you felt more closer and closer to your impressions on sacred soil; unrelentingly fantasizing about that moment in which was born your very first ancestor,

Every day as you arose at the crackle of vivid dawn;
you obeisantly surrendered even the most diminutive of your breath to the unconquerable illumination of the Sun; letting it weave a whole new chapter of your enrapturing existence,

And still some of you had the guts to say that each new day was fretfully boring; each new day had nothing to offer which revolutionary new; each new day brought you closer to your death; each day was just like and nothing but
a pathetic facsimile of the very previous day !