Spirit of nature

By Eliezer Khiangte

What new thing awaits for me?

For nature’s own spirit calls for me.

As the rainbow quietly wait in silence

For the rain to stop its violence.

As time flies, so does season

And everything that happens, happen for a reason,

Summer to winter, spring to autumn

For without these, the world will be crushed to bottom.

The wind that kiss the leaves of the tree

The sun that shines at the captured and free,

The clouds that floats like balls of cotton

Keeps reminding me, “We are still not forgotten.”

The fields of bright yellow and green

Satisfies the eye to see that beautiful scene.

The waters like golden sand

As the sun spreads his light across the vast land.

Nature’s beauty is God’s creative work

The sun, the stars, and the night that lurks,

The beast of the sea, the sky, the land

Still remain for us to understand.

A sight so beautiful! No painter can ever paint

For knowledge so vast, no paper can restraint,

No book can ever explain the diverse connection

Of love, care and simple perfection.

Eliezer Khiangte

By Eliezer Khiangte