To Name You

You dazzle alone with reason,

You climb high after every fall,

You fall with the end of your season,

You our nature, what a mesmerizing doll.

The waves are so distinct,

They determine the message of time,

They are also on their own,

We, to feel the distorted line.

Our minds, our feelings,

Are synchronized to the nature's beats,

A world of the aesthetic symphony,

Sets our rhythm to palpable leads.

But, the drowning sensation,

You have also created,

The smile to a cry,

Remains always naturally seated.