Nature's Grace

By Abishek K S

Truly people , he wandered into the woods

Burdened with loss and weight of goods ,

Softened , his majestic mother graced his lace

His tattered pace she raised with her rains

Truly , the trees he saw , the breeze that uplifted his spirits all long !

Verily , the trees bow to her liege !

For she's the globe's pride and prestige

Truly , life's admixture moves all caricatures ,

And their source is all , my Mother Nature.

PURPORT:

A tired traveller wanders into the deep, soft and gracious forests existing in all grandeur from mother nature.

The traveller, tired of his day and burdened by the weight of his goods is suddenly caught by the soft breeze emanating from the forests.

As of the very nature of the breeze being analogous to a touchstone capable of purifying everything, the man suddenly feels refreshed.

His tiredness disappears and he looks at the trees. His spirits are lifted at their very sight and he realizes that nature alone is the foremost in the hierarchy of all movable and immovable entities in the world.

He then realizes that nature alone is the mother, the pride, prestige, and the source of all.

By Abishek K S