The early morning breeze;
It makes me freeze,
The sun shines;
and make me sigh,
It holds my breath and
push to benumb..
The greenish I'm seeing,
Is waht i gape ..
The deep their roots is
makes the flowers to light,
The river flows not past,
but through me..
In every steps with 'nature'
I inherit a lot than i seeks,
I found that nature is an
art of god..
©karthik.a
K