The unison of all compos of nature is profound!
|The moon winks to the sun
And promptly, the sun comes out as planned
But sometimes the moon winks
And the sun stays sleeping
As the black clouds that have drugged the sun thrive
And bursting forth comes the rain.
The leaves sprout first before all else
And with the message of clear that they give
The buds come out, one by one
And with the silent progression of spring
The flowers bloom in an assortment of color
Hence adding to an existing beauty.
The colors of nature involve in an intricate dance
Blue for the skies, green for the grass
Yellow for the sun, motley for the flowers
It all seems too perfect, all too orchestrated
And yet it’s all an effortless existence of beauty
It’s simply the true dance of nature.