Soul Of The Nature

The nature 

Has a language

It speaks of,

It's divine beauty;

It's hidden bruises

And the unfolded secrets.

It articulates 

In a quiet voice 

That few from

The many heed;

It orients us 

In the right direction

And not to just madly

Run after perfection.

The sunset and butterflies

Flowers and fireflies,

The moon and night jewels

The rain and sky bubbles

Live them to the fullest and 

Gone are your troubles.

There's an empty room in 

The forest of my wild heart,

I want to make a home there

The crypts of the nature

I only want to decipher.