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

INFINITE TIMES BETTER

Infinite times better than the diminutively
diminishing flicker of the sleazily artificial bulb;
was the Omnipotent blaze of the bountifully
unassailable Sun,

Infinite times better than the truncated fantasies in
the manipulatively estranged mind; was the
unfathomably untainted paradise of poignantly
seductive clouds in the sky,

Infinite times better than parsimoniously remorseful
water incarcerated beneath the lavatory seat; was the
thunderously untamed roar of the uninhibitedly
vivacious and mischievously dancing ocean,

Infinite times better than the bawdily threadbare
stone; was the insuperably majestic and timelessly
sheltering swirl of the celestially compassionate mountain,

Infinite times better than the lecherously parasitic
currency coin; was the river of pricelessly united and
Omnipresently blessing humanity,

Infinite times better than the gaudily cadaverous crayons disparagingly sprawled on the floor; was the eternally royal rainbow and resplendently eclectic rainbow; twinkling in the firmament of azure sky,

Infinite times better than the abhorrently shattered
glass; was the candidly perspicacious mirror of the impeccably unassailable and inimitably sacrosanct soul,

Infinite times better than the preposterously stuffed
toys available in the manipulatively prejudiced market; was the indomitably peerless roar of the princely lion,

Infinite times better than the emotionless chips of
the raunchily scintillating computer; was the unfathomably brilliant and tirelessly discovering human brain,

Infinite times better than the disgustingly miserly
twig decaying in a bedraggled heap; was the unsurpassably pristine meadow of boisterously frolicking grass,

Infinite times better than the uncontrollably shivering bottle of stingily corked wine; was the uninhibitedly royal forest of divinely endowing sensuousness,

Infinite times better than the body of the forlornly decrepit air-conditioner; was the exuberantly mesmerizing kiss of the rhapsodically untamed storm,

Infinite times better than the abjectly traded idols of gold and bombastically boorish silver; was the Omnipresent reflection of the perpetual Creator; in every single ingredient of the atmosphere and beyond,

Infinite times better than the sparing shades of mechanical pencil on barren canvas; was the panoramically enamoring kaleidoscope of miraculously ameliorating nature,

Infinite times better than the banefully blaring music of the pompous discotheque; was the fathomlessly enchanting carpet of marvelously iridescent and vibrantly twinkling stars,

Infinite times better than the bizarrely squelched brick in the tyrannically rotting foundation; was the heaven of irrefutably venerated and eternally unshakable truth,'

Infinite times better than the ghoulishly devastating
coffin of death; was the chapter of immortally sacred
and perennially blossoming life,

But ever since the first breath that the entire Universe took; and even centuries unprecedented afterit vanishes into traces of amorphously beleaguered
oblivion; infinite times better than " Immortal Love" was; is and shall forever be; once again only Love; Love and nothing else but the invincibly blessed fabric of "Immortal Love"