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

100% NATURAL

At times an inferno of poignantly towering emotions;
while at times a meadow of resplendently blissful
tranquility that stretched for times immemorial,

At times an astoundingly prolific bombardment of
restlessness; while at times a river of celestially
milky and exotically unending enchantment,

At times an untamed volcano of tantalizing
voluptuousness; while at times as beautifully heavenly
as the mystical mists on the spell bindingly
gregarious mountaintops,

At times a ferociously undulating sea of unbelievably
ecstatic exhilaration; while at times the majestically
sleeping castle of fathomless dreams,

At times an indefatigably reverberating catharsis of
the countenance; while at times the ingratiatingly
innocuous pearl floating in holistic harmony; at the
bottom of blue sea,

At times an impudently overpowering monster
transcending over the realms of pragmatic
sagaciousness; while at times the boundless fleet of
silken birds regally sweeping through the clouds,
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At times a passionately never ending fire that
Omnipotently enlightened the complexion of this dreary
planet; while at times a phlegmatically lazing tortoise; paying an absolute deaf ear to the conventionally turgid society,

At times wave of endlessly swirling and enthralling
excitement; while at times a nimble dewdrop
sensitively curled; and waiting for the very first
rays of; fantastically ephemeral dawn,

At times a blazingly marching patriotic soldier for
whom even the ghastliest of death caused no fear;
while at times at river of amiably drifting
contentment; in complete synergy with the Lord Divine,

At times a profoundly ambiguous wind incessantly
vacillating between the limitless shades of vivacious
life; while at times the rejuvenating incense sticks
of irrefutably sparkling truth,

At times an unrelenting cistern of ebullient
happiness; while at times inevitably entrenched by
obfuscated skies of disparaging sadness,

At times a perennial whirlwind of insurmountable
rhapsody; while at times a timidly retreating
butterfly sandwiched in cocoons of sordid
remorsefulness,

At times a fireball of indefatigably uxorious fantasy
which never ends; while at times an impeccably
sleeping angel wholesomely oblivious to the unfurling
of rapid time,

At times an unparalleled storm which took the entire
living race by radically dramatic surprise; while at
times a sheepish leaf wilting towards even the most
infinitesimal draught of breeze,

At times carving a way of its very own amidst
countless others engulfed with baseless rigidity;
while at times stooping like an obeisant angel in
front of the Almighty divine,

At times an eternally frolicking peacock vividly
flirting behind the hills; while at times fretting and
fuming in the aisles of treacherously betraying
morbidity,

At times an unsurpassable caravan of philanthropic
goodness; while at times lured by fabulously eloping
and nubile damsels as the bodies euphorically
titillated in the moon soaked night,

O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable
shade of that; but one thing was intransigently
undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the
paradise of heaven; or whether I forever rotted in the
gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is
and would always remain 100% NATURAL.