God’s sprinkling confetti from the sky,
And into the wild beauty of the nature and the sky, I go, I go I lose my mind and find my soul, It’s truly divine.
Then I see the sun, I take a step back, the leaves of the ‘un’chanting trees lulled themselves to the sleep.
I slowly slip quietly away from the noisy crowd,
I see the beauty of the pale sky, the clouds, the trees, the birds rising, blooming.
The clouds were still in the sky like cotton,
Dew drop slipped on the satin leaves, shinned like a diamond in sun,
There were blue hills as far as I can see there was frondescence everywhere, like a wet green carpet,
The chirping of birds, whooshing of air, rustling of trees, buzzing of bees and insects,
It was like nature composed a beautiful song.
The mother nature’s beauty is the beauty that nurture,
The chirping birds make sound so sweet,
The intensity of wind and water,
Makes us wonder how lucky are we to be honoured by such a weather.