The frothy white falls
Falling from mountains at a height
The chirping birds at dawn
In eve the birds taking flight.
The crowing of a rooster
The roar of a lion
A friend's cheery booster
Or a chemical ion.
The harvesting at the end of year
Winds blowing in mustard fields
The river water so clear
Or the way a child her mother shields.
Prickly thorns of a cactus
First rain of the season
The anger of the ocean
Or a helpless person's treason.
O nature may b cruel
Nature may be ruthless
But it's the laws of nature
That brings a balance on earth,I confess.
