One small poem from my end

When rotten leaves get cleared

Mud becomes more transparent

Our mother earth more nicer and clean

Now awaiting for one rain so that the sweet fragrance of mud spreads around

Rain will replenish all plants

Give a new essence to the fauna and flora

A whole new meaning to our living

Sometimes sunny,sometimes humid

The vagaries of nature are not known

But still plants keep swaying to the winds

The plants keep talking to each other

The little locust and grasshopper hop to eat plants

Some weeds grow inbetween

Still the plants try to grow in the small shade offered

Peaceful me trying to pen down some lines some abtsract thoughts

When the nature around me is so calm hoping for the rain

Small lawns small grasses whisper to each other

Their small friendship

They ask to each toher

Will the owner weed us out?

The mother grass says even if they spray fertilisers deep inside the soil our roots are there

We will again come up green

Myriad nature is a soothing

Now tired now no more writing

Need to rebuild some energy.