Nature, a tapestry, richly bountiful and Divine,
Beyond which colours and patterns, can certainly not entwine.
A rhythmic melody of symphonic sounds in a gentle breeze,
Surrounded by hushed silence in the deeper abyss of a vacuumed crease.
A treasured trove of mystical wonders, both great and small,
A storehouse of unfurled resources, for one and all.
The very site of refuge, where tranquil peace be found,
Against a wide sanctuary for the dreaded weary, where solace abounds.
Enlightening upon perplexing experiences, of life and growth,
Camouflaging the balance through death and solemn oaths.
Is it a gentle reminder, of the world’s proliferating fragility?
Or a foreboding of events, rushing with robust agility…
Could there ever be grief, over war-cries and wrongs?
In the lap of Nature’s comfort, with soothing cradle songs.
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