An Evening
I see the sun setting down the west with usual laziness.
I see the east side awaiting Venus with usually unusual brilliance.
I see the daffodils winking in naughty gestures of bee in the surroundings.
I see the roses pouting their lips as the stars haven't appeared yet.
I see the whistling breeze humming like a happy poet.
I see the clouds joining hands with the wind in writing a classic ode.
I see the butterfly fluttering by the lily's side.
I see the honeybee murmuring with his beautiful bride.
I see the drizzling rain droplets taking a cool shower in the ponds to show their pride.
I see the snow facets melting on the green leaves.
I see the firefly blazing and dying to chitchat with my fond eyes.
I see tiny tides in the river twisting like a ballerina flaps and waves.
I see so much and so many wonders in the world.
I see nothing new but yet with the same love and wonder them over and over.
I see my eyes excite the same way even after I saw all of them a thousandth time.
Why?
I see!
Who stops admiring the mother just because one admired her many times?
I love the fact that I am a part of this mother's nature.
I am proud for I am the son of my mother nature.
