My poem is about nature. The beauty of nature is illustrated with the help of the path that follows the breeze. Here in my poem the naturalist women explains the beauty of nature and transforms her boyfriend to be a naturalist from a hatred man towards nature.
We were in the Gipsy, on the road,
The way to an unacquainted place,
She be the women of most utopia!
About the nature, the beauty it has;
But not me, that she does!
Be seated nearby me in the Gipsy.
Lullaby of breeze made us to feel-
The boons and blessings of Mother Nature;
I don't know where it origins and comes,
But she knew and explained it to me.
From the mountain to the world,
It comes through the wind;
Plot of breeze is written for the-
Vigour of of nature and its chastity;
Lust of breeze towards the nature,
Shows the greatness of the nature!
A lanky man who be in the raft,
On the centre of the river-let;
Surrounded by a solitary forest,
Carpet of grass is on the floor,
Cherish of fragrance from the jasmine,
Towards the man, through the forest,
The breeze did come and make me-
To feel the beauty of nature, cordially!
Thrown of beauty is forbidden in-
The wave of nature, by the breeze;
The blue sky, the green ocean and
The null desert, be the crown, of the nature!
And that the way, the breeze has come towards us,
To the Gipsy, so the feelings are eminent!
You the girl who taught me the beauty-
Of the nature, by the breeze;
So let me change myself to, be the man-
Of most utopia -about the nature!
It seems to me that, we all-
Look at nature too much,
But with her a too little!!!