As the blazing sun
Dips its toes
Into the emerald blues,
Nary a cloud
On the pure blue sky,
As the larks head home
For the night,
Do you hear
The sound of silence,
As a gleeful
Nature sings.
Nature sings,
As its self professed
Best of the best,
Keep themselves confined
To their homes,
Scared of the tiniest unseen,
Nature heals.
Nature heals
Of the sacrileges heaped,
Cleansing slowly
Accumulated garbages
From time immemorial,
Nature sings.
Nature sings,
Do you hear
Nature sing?
Listen carefully,
It may be fleeting.
Sure as sun will rise
In the east,
So will we.
Enjoy the pristine
While you can.
Oh ye of short memories,
We are born
To destroy
All that is pure and free.
We never heard
Nature cry.
Fleeting Muse 