Dear Nature, My Godly Teacher Poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman

The weather is now cool
Moon is using His tool
Sleeping now is a fool
How can joy he pool?

The Sky is now dark
Stars give fine spark
Closed now is the park
Ignorant dogs bark

The leaves superbly glitter
I feel unimaginably better
Nature is a sacred matter
Now a prayer my lips utter

Shape of the Moon is immaterial
Moon proves providence is real
To meditate now the time is ideal
Via mantras to the Almighty I dial

The dark Sky soothes my eyes
A Divine mirth comes to surprise
My character God will appraise
Promptly Heaven He will apprise.