The field which uncontrollably cries while ploughing;
can never evolve into majestically fructifying and
ebulliently blissful crop,
The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; can
never evolve into fantastically vibrant and
tantalizingly ecstatic adventure,
The desert which discordantly cries while being
heated; can never evolve into fathomlessly regale and
timelessly seductive majesty,
The cloud which hedonistically cries while showering
rain; can never evolve into boundlessly enthralling
and enchantingly heavenly freshness,
The waterfall which insidiously cries while cascading
on handsome rock; can never evolve into stupendously
amiable and vividly mystical reinvigoration,
The mountain which abhorrently cries while defending;
can never evolve into symbiotically unflinching and
peerlessly unassailable unity,
The nightingale which fretfully cries while singing;
can never evolve into timelessly ubiquitous and
unequivocally resplendent melody,
The artist who deplorably cries while sketching; can
never evolve into spell bindingly refreshing and
unsurpassably enamoring magnetism,
The soldier who dolorously cries while fighting for
his country; can never evolve into insuperably
marvelous and blazingly fearless patriotism,
The tree which dementedly cries while imparting
exuberant breeze; can never evolve into magnificently
euphoric and royally blossoming vivacity,
The clown who preposterously cries while engendering
the audience to laugh; can never evolve into
bedazzlingly enviable and miraculously healing happiness,
The lightening which uxoriously cries while
uninhibitedly diffusing into an enigmatic river of
brilliant white; can never evolve into compassionately
effulgent and fierily charged electricity,
The lion who capriciously cries while crunching the
bones of his nimble prey; can never evolve into unfathomably bewitching and inimitably unconquerable kingliness,
The dwelling which hedonistically cries while
harboring its impeccable occupants; can never evolve
into affably propitious and beautifully synergistic concord,
The doctor who fecklessly cries while attending to his
beleaguered patients; can never evolve into miraculously Omnipotent and blessedly efficacious healing,
The hand which frigidly cries while working for quintessential livelihood; can never evolve into eternally pacifying and emolliently deserving perseverance,
The lips which dismally cry while unstoppably kissing;
can never evolve into bounteously ingratiating and
timelessly candle-lit sensuousness,
And the heart which sadistically cries while
perpetually bonding its beats with the person it
loved; can never evolve into immortally Godly and
rhapsodically triumphant life.
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If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife
PoetryThis compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two...
