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

PERPETUAL WERE THE MOMENTS

Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted through
the rain soaked hills; with the boisterous chirping of
the sparrows being my everlastingly exhilarating rhyme,

Golden were the moments; when I swam uninhibitedly in
the marvelously undulating sea; with an unfathomable
cascade of tangy froth; insurmountably tantalizing
each of my monotonously dreary senses,

Golden were the moments; when I unrelentingly
whispered with the enigmatically rustling trees;
profusely blending even the most infinitesimal of my
senses with the winds of inimitably ebullient ecstasy,

Golden were the moments; when I poignantly danced with
the resplendent peacocks; euphorically relishing every
bit of majestically crimson cloud; in the fathomless
firmament of blue sky,

Golden were the moments; when I indefatigably floated
in the aisles of unsurpassable fantasy; tirelessly
conceiving the exuberantly unending beauty of this
bountifully boundless earth,

Golden were the moments; when I was an immaculate
child; wholesomely bereft of even the most
inconspicuous vagaries of existence; blissfully
bouncing in the lap of my divinely sacrosanct mother,

Golden were the moments; when I had first stepped into
the dormitories of school; ingratiatingly relishing
the camaraderie of my mates; erupting into compassionate whirlpools of laughter at even the tiniest of provocation,

Golden were the moments; when I felt the blazingly
beautiful rays of the morning Sun; Omnisciently
healing even the most inexplicable trace of disease;
invidiously enshrouding my nimble countenance,

Golden were the moments; when I relentlessly rolled on
gregariously fresh grass; sensuously inhaling the
tantalizing aroma of glistening dewdrops; as the Moon
glimmered to its most profound radiance in the cosmos,

Golden were the moments; when I suckled honey from the
melodiously brimming hives; embellishing my
impoverished visage with the astronomically
aristocratic sweetness of the Mother Nature,

Golden were the moments; when I clambered like an
untamed chimpanzee upon the mystically philandering
hills; drifted in surreal unison with the romantically
gorgeous clouds; for centuries unprecedented,

Golden were the moments; when I smelt the unbelievably
effulgent lotus; profusely drowning my mind; body and
wavering soul; into an unsurpassable ocean of
chivalrously fabulous scent,

Golden were the moments; when I played with the
rollicking crabs on the pristine seashores; with the
majestic froth of the titillating sea handsomely
tingling each of my haplessly staggering breath,

Golden were the moments; when I innocuously flirted
with ravishingly nubile maidens in the realms of
ardent desire; igniting fires of unconquerable
passion; even in the heart of the morbidly insipid night,

Golden were the moments; when I earnestly prayed to
the Almighty Lord; philanthropically serving all
fraternities of harmoniously holistic living kind,

Golden were the moments; when I reminisced my past
with my eternal parents; irrefutably saluting all
insurmountably endless perseverance that they had
displayed to bring me up; every instant of their hard-fought life,

Golden were the moments; when I unfurled into a meadow
of fascinatingly limitless artistry; vivaciously
painting the infinite shades of existence; on the
barren canvas of my devastatingly wandering life,

Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted barefoot
under the enchantingly streaming moonlight;
beautifully submerging my entire persona in impeccable
cisterns of emollient milk,

Golden were the moments; when I regally expunged my
every breath; was triumphantly endowed by a chance
from the Almighty Lord; to celestially diffuse into
fabulously voluptuous and vibrant shades of eclectic life,

Golden were the moments; when I divinely penned down
gorgeously symbiotic poetry; profusely reveling the
countless shades of charismatic enchantment; that were
a stupendous gift from the Lord Almighty,

Golden were the moments; when I thoroughly enthralled
even the most intricate of my senses; intensely
listening to the enigmatically astounding
reverberations of the; thunderously echoing valley,

Golden were the moments; when I amiably communicated
with different tribes; caste and creed; feeling the
niceness of wonderfully royal humanity; heavenly
perpetuate every shade of my dwindling survival,

Golden were the moments; when I traced the piquant
outlines of my palms; resplendently endeavoring to
decipher the eluding trajectories of spell binding destiny,

Golden were the moments; when I timelessly lay at the
feet of my revered mother; incorrigibly following her
paths of unshakable righteousness; on every sphere of
the earth that she humbly tread,

Golden were the moments; when I feasted my penuriously
blinded eyes; on the magically proliferating winds of
glorious nature; witnessed in awe-struck splendor; as
innocent fledglings hatched in mesmerizing tandem from
their crystalline eggs,

Golden were the moments; when I patriotically marched
forward to unflinchingly lead life; resolutely pledged
to unite all mankind one and alike; even as the most
treacherously ghastly impediments tried to brutally
thwart me on my way,

But perpetual were the moments; when I fell in love;
immortally bonding every ingredient of my blood with
her godly life; as she led me like a priceless prince
through the corridors of magnificent newness; through
the fortresses of a friendship which would continue
taking birth; even after the entire earth had come to
a gruesomely stuttering end.