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

THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE

At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness;
while at times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with
pints of traumatized anguish,

At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity;
while at times an incorrigible impediment engendering
you to preposterously stagger towards the aisles of
hopelessness,

At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence;
while at times testing you against the most
horrendously ominous storms; which unrelentingly
seemed to have not the slightest of respite,

At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the
realms of ebullient jubilation; while at times
inevitably making you trip towards the dungeons of
frantically bizarre desperation,

At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even
the most murderously diabolical of your nerves; while
at times asphyxiating your visage; with precarious
testaments of painstaking perseverance,

At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace;
while at times marauding your brain with a boundless
mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and prejudice,

At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory
titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at
times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty;
penalizing you from every ostensible side,
At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while
at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating
you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating
nothingness,

At times a garden of stupendously enthralling
vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid
blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that
you transgressed,

At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of
bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing
examination of the severest of odds; making you wither
into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and neglect,

At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating
freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of
your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a
corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the
most infinitesimal wink of sleep,

At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of
blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting
you with swords of monotonously mundane commercialism
and abhorrent malice,

At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your
impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging
your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating
beads of impeding sweat,

At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the
gregariously twinkling night; while at times a
vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair;
viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally
consolidated place in pragmatic existence,

At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean
strength safeguarding you against the most
treacherously salacious evil; while at times an
inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously
transforming your every wish into a mirage of meaninglessness,

At times an unassailable inferno of divine
righteousness transcending you above the most
immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a
savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an
insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,

At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently
bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while
at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of
defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your
innocent eyes,

At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into
rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times
more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel;
triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of
slithering nonchalance,

And at times an immortal bonding of existence
bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you
pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically
bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the
vacillating chapter of vibrant life.