Nature..

In the sirimiri,

when I saunter

on the paths of woods,

I feel like a Tiresias

witnessing the glory of Athena,

the nature.

The nature swells with beauty.

She emanates springs

And rivers from her bosom,

fulfilling the earth’s requirements.

Her verbose eyes become sources of ocean,

where blue whales leap.

Eyelids become black clouds

And puts the earth

on cloud nine through downpour.

Her halo,

the creator of the puissant sun becomes the usher

for light and darkness of the verdant earth.

The sky rests on her tress

And

supercilious moon

becomes the glory of its contour.

Ethereal lips ooze smiles

that pretty the flowers

And breath of her exude oxygen

for living of the inhabitants.