The Marvels Of Nature

We often don’t see the marvels around,                                                                          

Be it the depths of the ocean                                                                              

Or the tides of the sea,                                                                               

Which gives us an essence of joy and glee.

We often don’t see the marvels around,                                                                         

 Like the subtlety of the skies                                                                              

And tranquillity of the trees,                                                                             

Which gives us a sense of bliss and peace.

We often don’t see the marvels around,                                                                         

Like the haze of the mist                                                                               

And the sparkle of the stars,                                                                            

Which heals all our mental scars.

We often don’t see the marvels around,                                                                         

Be it the seemingly eternal gleam of the sun                                                                         

Or the cold breeze of wind,                                                                             

Which erases all the ramifications feigned.

We often don’t see the marvels around,                                                                         

Like the swirling storms bereaving stress                                                                         

And the ornate mountains,                                                                              

Which shed all kinds of worries and pains.

The otherwise bizarre world,                                                                              

Is woven within wonders,                                                                              

Which revives us our verity,                                                                             

Pushing away our contemporaneity.

The otherwise bizarre world,                                                                              

Is woven within wonders,                                                                               

And within this peculiar world,                                                                             

Lies another therapeutic world.

The otherwise bizarre world,                                                                              

Is woven within wonders,                                                                               

Which kindles awe and admiration,                                                                           

On glancing upon the marvels of nature.