Warmth of the Nature

Its time to grab my book and pen
To write for the nature that slays
I love the chirping of birds
I love the breeze that flows
I love the crepuscular rays
All this gives me inspiration
I want to fly high in the clouds
And want to write poem of their beauty
All that beauty around me
Made me baffled
How can I embrace it for eternity?
How can I make it mine?
It can’t be chained, it can’t be bound

We have to cherish it and let it spread the warmth all around

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