Benediction of Nature

Eagle in the sky, around the lake circling.

If it finds a prey would come down swooping.

Pink trumpets lined the bank of the lake,

Make a picturesque scene for the observer's sake.

Somewhere an ambulance whining asking for a way

People ain’t callous, but in the congestion, ambulance cannot have a say.

A gentle breeze blowing across, a mellowed evening Sun with a golden hue

Ripples on the lake surface like thoughts in the mind.

Found nature, cherished some leisure,

A small privilege, thanks to the benediction, nurturing nature.