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

WATER IS PRECIOUS

If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look
superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun,

If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing
scent that permeated the adulterated air,

If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they
would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals
they had lost in the blistering heat,

If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete
territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of
the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,

If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots
would sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate
their famished taste buds,

If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips
would get dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of
mercilessly puncturing soft skin,

If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would
miraculously transform into immaculately polished,

If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an
unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it
astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta,

If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look
irrefutably voluptuous and longing to be kissed,

If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding
wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat,

If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the
zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of
being burnt alive,

If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would
suddenly glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside,

If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully
toss in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians,

If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a
blissful fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a
reinvigorating aroma,

If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the
potential to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when
the bird unfurled its wings to a complete blossom,

If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be
indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an
impeccable white,

If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear
more rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes,

And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she
would look like a goddess bathed in exquisite gold,

And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly
achieve the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve
water,
As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the
source of all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted
reservoir of our energy; "WATER IS PRECIOUS".