The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of
cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona,The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing
redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull
atmosphere,The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with
its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth
after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks,The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers
spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically
animated plumage,The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew
drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate
visage,The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the
magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic
spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth,The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind;
inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day;
their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past,The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the
sedate ambience with an uncanny thrill that was never
experienced before,The nightingale still sang its melodious rhymes;
captivating every tangible and intangible entity with
the fascinating melody in its sound,The clouds still collided in the sky; pelting droplets
of rejuvenating rain in tumultuous fury,The ducks still floated in the serene pond; fomenting
blissful ripples to spread infectiously around;
profoundly enlightening the night with their flurry of
boisterous quacks,The chameleon still fluttered its ominous tail;
tantalizingly changing color; splendidly blending with
the surrounding it went,The mammoth stacks of green chili were still flaming;
violently embodying the area around with a distinctly
piquant odor; a scent that could bring life into the
dead,The Moon still shone a tenacious white; with its
creamy rays filtering a path through the stringently
dolorous darkness,The chill still lingered pertinently; perpetuating
infinite goose-bumps to inevitably creep up the body,The horde of impeccable rabbits still frolicked in
their burrows; playing hide and seek with the drifting
clouds and shine,The preposterously fat python still slithered through
the marshes; furtively awaiting to gobble its prey; in
the clandestine darkness concealing his belly,The spider still spun its web; running at astounding
speeds from one end to the other; producing
marvelously shimmering silk with its slime,C'mon let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest O! beloved;
bask in the aisles of uninhibited desire and romance;
for the night was still young; the darkness had set
blazing fire to our senses; the night was still alive.
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If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife
PoetryThis compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two...