In Embrace of Nature

Drop of water when falls on leaves,

Thirst of green, sigh it heaves,

Bunch of smile hangs on it

Grows with thanks and please.

Sure, it is the drop dies,

But alive in green it always lies,

In form of delight, it reaches our eyes

Plays it's role and returns to skies.

Piece of beauty spreads in parts

The time it ends, is the place it starts.

It's the thing which reduces less, grows more,

Beauty is love that nature decors.