In the sunlight of a winter morning
In the late moonlit night of summer
On the bank of a still lake
under a clean autumn sky
Standing on silent green hilltop
Enjoying snowcapped heads
Of mountains on the horizon
I feel myself blessed
As a son of the Nature
The sons of earth
Are not so ugly as they seem
Playing dirty games in darkness,
Perhaps they have not yet heard
The motherly call of Nature
To be a living part of it
Blessed are those
Whose faces resemble the sky
And the eyes resemble the sea
The heads those of hills
And the body the earth with fertility
They are the sons worth calling
Those who inherit the beauty
And the love for giving
In return desire to get nothing
The devastation caused due to imbalance in nature's equilibrium caused due to irresponsible behavior of human beings has made the call of return to nature necessary. A timely call given through beautifully penned poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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Moonlight night of summer and sunlight of winter morning bring outstanding love in this imagery and this is very neatly penned....10