The leaves Azure and emerald Mother Nature’s Tear droplets of joy Daintily dangle Above sacred ground And faithfully Await baptism By cascading sunshine Thereafter The anointed leaves Eternally replenish Mother Nature’s  Earthly goblet With liquid hues Of azure and emerald 

Arms stretch upwards in a bid to form a shieldLegs pick up pace in search of saving sheltersShutters clap close to create a damJoyful screams echo from the lips of wet toddlers The rain is hereHer voice is the perfect harmony of baritone thunder and crackling strikesFrom the safety of my bedroom where I sitI ...

If you ever visit an arboretum, I recommend you set aside a decent amount of hours to explore such a place. Recently, summer has become increasingly noticeable in my part of the United States, and flora in bloom comes with it. The hot temperature and growing humidity cause native plants to flourish, and every space ...

Burying her… alive? But she’s a seed. Bound to sprout. And grow – on you too.

The flowers still stand tall and strongAfter the ghastly stormNot longThey cry, before the bees do swarmAll day they hum the songConform And remain a unified teamWork together they sayAnd beamEnjoy our colourful display Retain us in your dreamsAlways

Leaves keep accumulating under trees. Naked branchesgreet me unabashedon my way home. Their canopy touches the skywith delicate extensions, whispering –“being bare indicates strength.” I expose myselfand riselike a naked branch.

Upside down, hanging aroundGives you a top view of the groundAbove the gloominess there is lightBelow the day there is nightWhere dreams are unwound Birds sing awakening soundsDawn is brilliantly profoundWhen darkness turns white with frightHere comes the sun again Beyond our fight, a new age is foundMother nature again reboundsDespite humanities greedy appetiteTo control ...

In every second there is a moment In every moment there is a heartbeat Within every heartbeat, the next moment lives  Lava comes and goes As our world Continues to flow There is a soft edgeTo every hard stone All the world is greenAlong my soul’s causeway The tree’s rustling voicesAre nature’s welcoming roar

I am lying on the damp path A stranger stops and leans over me  “Are you ok mate?” he asks “I’m fine thank you” “I’m down here having a chat with Mr. Caterpillar”“Oh!” gives me a quizzical look and moves on  Then Mr. Caterpillar said “Thanks for joining me here at dirt level” I reply.  “The moist grass feels silky against my ...

The stolen world of silenceLingers above the cloudy skiesAnd lays below the oceans murky wavesBeyond the reach of humanities deadly violence While the wonder of life dwells in dreamsTo wander on the edges of nature’s endless seamsOf distant horizons and rainbow beams