On a fine morning, I sit under the sunshine,
to pen down few lines of my own rhyme,
as flourishing long grass sooth my mind,
Evergreen and everlasting for all times to come by,
Birds twittering at their best, singing a melodious hymn,
the sound of nature at its own prime,
Winds of the god stroking on my face,
bringing Joy and fun, as they pass by,
Flowers at their best, in their vibrant colors,
spreading their fragrance, and soaring up the sky,
Intoxicated by the smell, black bees hum around,
suck its nectar and buzz past by.
Butterflies in their lively colours, singing their tunes,
These feeble rhythmic sounds captivate my mind.
Men on their work with women by their side,
working for a living and a healthy life,
Children living dreams within their teens,
as I sit and draw ‘a picture of dancing dale’
Intoxicated by this nature’s sight,
A paradise on earth, yet so much strife,
Some accept and move, some put up a fight,
As I sit and write ‘The Rhythms of Life’.
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