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

BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED

The sun in the cosmos itself doesn't know the omnipotence in its shine;
the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it
imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is
indeed beautiful.

The crimson colored rose itself doesn't know the mesmerizing odor it
emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight
it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that
it is indeed beautiful.

The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn't know its
shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it
provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.

The boundless ocean itself doesn't know about its infinite size; the
unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth
striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does
it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The opalescent butterfly itself doesn't know about its multicolored
wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air;
the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to
realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The vivacious reptile itself doesn't know about its hiss; the
mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the
remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn't know about its stone
shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and
sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that
it is indeed beautiful.

The slime coated oyster itself doesn't know about its wealth; the loose
ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the
rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to
realize that it is indeed beautiful.

The newly born infant itself doesn't know about its innocuous heart;
the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the
frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.

Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the
surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don't admire
it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be
ignominiously condemned; "BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED".