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Amatullah P.

Fantasy

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Amatullah P.

Fantasy

Nature

Nature

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The beauty of nature is mesmerizing,

The cool breeze that touches my face is energizing.


As I stare at the dark green leaves of trees,

That is when my eyes get fixed to them and I freeze.


As the picturesque birds chirp in their sweet voice,

I forget all the distracting noise.


As the honeybees build their honeycomb on trees,

As the spider busily weaves its web to attract insects on which it feeds.


Into the beauty of nature, I sink,

I gaze long enough without even a blink.


Nature is a precious gift, a magical place,

It is our very own world, a majestic space.


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