How is Nature today?
How it was in the gone days?
Hath it turned lovelier?
Hath it become fairer?
The question is for you Oh readers?
It is obvious to everyone from little to all elders .
The greenness of the pastures, the serene beauty of mounts-
In this chasing time -for no one to count;
Where's the calmness of the dark?
Where's the song of the lark?
Season's contradiction is no exception,
Whence the whole world is in chaotic direction!
The poets of this day-
Are found to cover only gray concretes;
The rhythms are fast also-
Where's the time to spend behind them and so.
The rivers are flowing wilder,
The sun is shining brighter,
Pleasant landscapes are too hard to come in sight,
The consequences will be for us to bear,
We'd played with Nature's might .
All of us are aware but not at the same time,
Its for us to protect our treasure mine-
Which is so lovely made--
The only round to give us a shade.