When My Mind's Stirring

When my mind’s stirring,                                       

 With thousands of fancy thoughts,                                  

 Nature quite seems the same.                                

 Flowers seem to be dancing,                                    

  On the music played by leaves,                                  

Wind seems to be in high spirits,                              

     Rustling here and there.

When my mind’s stirring,                                       

 With a load of confusion on me,                               

  Nature pretends to be the same.                              

     Flowers and leaves cause mayhem,                           

   Being lost in the whirlpool of confusion,                          

    The wind forgets to rustle,                                      

   Instead, tensed with a confused mind.

When my mind’s stirring,                                        

With sadness surrounding me,                                

    The nature quite soothes me.     

                           

   Flowers and leaves make attempts,                             

    To try to see my feeble smile,                                   

 Wind is at its calmest pace,                                    

     In an attempt to soothe me.

The wind, the leaves and the flowers,                             

 The stars, the moon and the sky,                                  

Who seep in the soul,                                           

  And whenever my mind stirs,                                    

 I’m accompanied by the nature,                                

     It is such a delight; for,                                        

     I get someone to share my plight.