The Bounty Of Nature Poem by Miethi Goswami

As the sky gives birth to the sun in the morn,
The golden hue,
filters through the morning dew.

As the impeccable diamonds,
clinging to the leaves,
wait to dribble;
The chipmunks scuttle out and nibble.

As the gentle breeze dances along with every flower,
The tired yet graceful blossoms,
Anticipate a brief shower.

As the fluttering butterflies color the air,
Leaving behind the blooms all bare;
The mellow sun still blankets the earth,
With everyone possessing an equal share.