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

THERE WAS NO PRICE ON EARTH

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore
of my body experienced; while briskly philandering
through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant breeze,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I
felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of
miraculously rejuvenating dawn,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the
little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily
sagging demeanor,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that
I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed
through the wilderness of the forests and the
gloriously spell binding waterfalls,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that
I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of
majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully
enshrouded every ingredient of my blood,

There was no price on earth which could ever
substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of
humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides;
the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I
felt in every aspect of my vibrant life,

There was no price on this earth that could ever
substitute; those moments when I realized I was going
to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles
on the faces of me and my wife; alike,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the
ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every
night under the gregariously milky moon,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of
my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had
felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of veritable time,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once
again become an innocuously wandering child; regally
frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until
the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had
indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress
deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the
famished whites of my lugubrious eye,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the
paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically
marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous
granules of soil,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my
face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential
livelihood with my very own hands,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element
of my visage experienced; as I nose-dived without a
parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully
snow clad hills,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me
by my godly mother right since the first cry of my
birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically
gory whippings from the conventionally
inclement society,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the
face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably innocent actions to nibble everything that came her way,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the
mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously
starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the
atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those two words of encouragement from the
haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of
Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she
was just about to leave the planet forever and die,

There was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the
ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient
sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form;
every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry,

And there was no price on earth that could ever
substitute; those instants when I fell in love at
first sight; those unassailable passions in my body
when we first united; those immortal bonds of love
that we had formed for infinite more births yet to
unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to
lead life.