#WhisperingNature
In the meadows far east ,
The Hornbill rest on the peak ,
Though the unknown world demands the same peace .
But ,. heaven is heaven and east is east .

In the nestling meadows of far east ,
The bird's harbour the dream of highest pitch ,
Which could not be defeated by the cacaphony of any witch ,
The puddles and bingle bogs are all occupied with its breed
Whereas the young ones are ready to take on the first leap ,
During night sky even the silence heaves
The glows and cricket call for friend in need ,
The flowering equinox showering,
The ambush among the leaves ,
Are signs of nature's shouldering peace ,
If spring is here then rain is not far .