Nature's Many Charms

The sun,

It's balmy beams - filtered and scattered,

By a canopy of dense foliage.

Reaches and touches the dark earth beneath,

Enlivens it.

The dew,

It's pure essence,

Ready to be lost.

Floats on a satiny petal,

Merges with it, to lose its virginity.

The bud,

It's coy visage,

All set to unveil its immaculate beauty.

To become a flower,

Only to bloom for a while,

And then wither away.

The moon,

It's mollifying light, milky and cool,

Yet like a flame,

kindles a lover's fire within.

This heart not alone,

The entire body burns desirously.

Such are the many charms of nature,

Such is the simplicity of its beauty.

With such awe views the mediocre creature,

Standing still, with wide gazing eyes remained his only job, only duty.