On Nature

Come, see the magical tree,

Where the birds are free.

The Blue Sky,

Seems to say Bye

To the Dark Clouds...

Let’s plant the seeds

Of happiness

And with it kill Emptiness.

Spring is the time,

Which makes everything sublime

Now, Listen to the bees

Before they flee...

Follow the colourful Butterflies

As they fly High

And You Think

This must be a paradise. 

But, why 

The dry whistling wind

Makes him remember his sin?

Even the birds are screaming,

Instead of singing,

As he is again involved in scheming.