Often I find myself staring at the sun setting into clouds,
& I wonder how it again rises from the mounds;
I have seen God's painting on the canvas of sky,
Maybe there is some story behind, so I try;
I have seen phases of moon every night,
It itself is a poetry I wish I could recite;
With closed eyes my heart whispers something,
When I see a blazing star turn to nothing;
I believe nature always has a story to tell,
I'm trying and I hope you know it as well.

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