In the Lapse of Nature, the phoenix
Rises in its ashes,
The rivers with the greatest of ease,
Ebbing in its own fashion,
Which is as wonderful as it seems.

The flowers are blooming, which seems
To semblance a sensation of exuberance..
The immaculate wind hyperventilating towards me...
And extirpating away the bumptious me...

The chilled trees are bristling away their leaves,
Which intimates the rustling of the chilled trees...
But in this elusive eternal piece of nature,
The nature bestows herself auspiciously..

-Ridha Ray
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