The Glory Of Nature

There were days of lovely sunshine,

And the pleasant subdue petrichor,

The leaves falling of the trees and dancing about in the wind,

Oh! It was a feast for my eyes, certainly something I could never deny 

The lingering scent of the cold air in the  winter,

and the birds chirping like an orchestra in the town,

A feeling of sheer joy arose in me,   like a cheerful merry clown,

A jaunty red whiskered bulbul perched upon the tree,

How I admire her long black crest and the red on the eye!

The eagle screeching and soaring in the sky up high

Looking down the memory lane, I realized that  gone were the times of nature's lovely reign

The sun scorched overhead

No sign of a bird

No sign of a tree

No sign of an eagle

No sign of a bee

let's not play the blame game,

Let's try conserve nature , making it our foremost aim