On World Environment Day, Read a poem by a Nature Lover

When the trills and twitters wake me up,

And when the somber rays tickle my eyelids,

I hop out of my bed,

In a queer sense of excitement,

A curiosity of mine,

That never somehow quenches,

“What would Mother Nature let me see today?”

I still couldn’t forget the spectacle of yesterday,

It was a balmy evening,

The cirrostratus swathed the lucent sky.

Light entered through their curls,

And fell on the ground,

Forming ladders that converged to the heavens.

The sleepy heads,

Tired of the scouting, bawling and zooming,

Returned into their nests and burrows.

I sat below a small white oak,

To dissolve into Mother Nature’s melody,

With each breeze that stroked my face,

I surrendered more and more.

I ran my fingers into the grass,

And felt the soil beneath,

And all that gushed uncontrollably,

from my heart,

Was gratitude .