Poem by Irena Jovanović
Soft whisper of breezes through young leaves
beautiful rustle of tall blades of grass
after plentiful rains, steeped earth and soil
makes life jubilant
flowers jutting all around
spreading new colourful dresses
for carneval of divine joy
in soft jungle of different plants
juicy nectar in their crowns
- Lord has offered us His opened mind
we just have to accept it
listening winds talking to us
listening winds of nature's whisper
We have to resist the nature both internal and externa for better living.
ReplyDeletebut we exploit the nature for our pleasure.
One day nature exploits us to take us on its way.