Nature’s way.
In the innocent
childlike Morn,
they are the tender
rays, penetrate
to reach
the greenery, the
leaves,
They are the active,
blinking ,smiley’s
take turbulent turns
on the screen,
foraying up
and down in colourful
ambience,
The sticky caterpillar safe, underneath
the leaves , Coiling and extending
upwards,
unshakable the coils
are
even
by the whiff
of the winds:
with yesterday
the passing of the
summer’s teasing and testing heat
Autumnal shreds recoil
on
The ground
I walk by ,
The tree
is the mere
onlooker .
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