Like a Real Debonair

With too much noise in the air

and no one there to care.

How can we walk across this world

like a real debonair?

The flowers reflect colours

spreading their smile and cheer.

The springs gush fresh water,

warm, sparkling and clear.

The birds sing the songs

for one and all,

The clouds bring rain

making spring from fall.

The sun sends its blessing,

in the form of golden rays.

Making the Earth flourish

feeling her youthful days.

The snow on the mountains

reflects the aureate hue,

As the feels the freshness

of the freshly fallen dew.

From the peak to the valley,

such wonders are everywhere,

In the beauty of blue planet

a good intention is there.

She moves in the silence,

and her blooms are for share.

For the praise of this world,

she doesn’t have to care.

The rivers don't pause

to be thanked by the sea.

They forgive and forget,

there is no legal plea.

The wind doesn't wait,

for a listener to hear.

they just deliver the message

that the change is near.

Her heart that is open

and her soul that is wise,

There are no secrets

under the blue skies.

The rhythm of nature

needs no appreciation.

It runs on the logic,

on the theory of causation.

The wealth of the spirit,

isn't silver or gold.

But the truth and love

that the beating hearts hold.

Serendipity acts for all those

who dare and share.

Good fortune blesses us

in the ways that are rare.

With good intention in the air

and something that we share.

We can walk across this world

like a real debonair.