NATURE
I long for the sound of nature,
The drone of insects in flight
The crash of deers through bushes,
The hoot of owl at night
I had liked to sit for hours,
Besides a waterfall
To breath in the sweet aroma,
Of pine trees straight and tall
To hear the platters of rain drops,
On leaves instead of tin
And sound of birds sweetly,
Unmuffled by city's din
To see the sunrise each morning,
Not over the city hall, but a tree
Yes, I must be off to the woodlands,
For the nature's calling me
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