Hues of Creation

By Jeetisha Dutt

As the bright flaming sun rises in lieu, 

Of the crescent moon which slowly fades from view. 

The world stirs whence gently awoken, 

By natures greeting, The fragrance of morning dew. 

The birds chirp and the flower buds open, 

Mesmerizing blooms with tales unspoken. 

Each narrate nature's infinite praise, 

The cycle of creation till date unbroken. 

Beyond confines of time, with her own pace, 

Nature, she dances with swan like grace. 

Leaving a trace wherever she goes, 

A spectrum unfolds in that very place. 

Behold, as the river of her beauty flows, 

It cannot be expressed by poem or prose. 

We only feel the glory of her celestial self, 

Unfurling like petals of a golden rose.

By Jeetisha Dutt