The poem carved out by
The nature under the cerulean.
Crooning it's couplet among
The hills of hope.

Preaches unconditional love.
Bathing itself midst the
Strong sunlight and is the
Umbrella for others or the foe.

The home of many critter.
Carolling their sweet, burries their sour.
Warbling the song of unity
Amidst the hue of green.

Not mortal, immortal like a brook
Trees after autumn, waiting hopefully
To turn into a new, every
Spring dawn with a new.......

© Priyanka AGRAWAL