Nature’s Innocence
A freshly bloomed rose, Cool morning air touches her nose, As she wakes up from her doze. Warm hands on a cup of freshly made tea, Sitting inside with the meadow outside to see. Upon a bark, a sweet hive of honey with many a bee. On her face the feel of the cold rain, Coming in brushing the windowpane. Deep into the meadow lined with colourful bushes goes a long lane. Little hills covered in shades of yellow, red and green Tall trees on each other they lean; Nature’s wholesome beauty can be seen. Shining raindrops on new leaves of pale green, Hanging from the branch to reach the ground so keen; Swirling in the fresh humid air so clean. Wet mud and grass below soft feet, Morning birds and creatures she will greet. Sprinkled all over the land, soft blooms smelling so sweet. Birds calling with all their might, Flying into the clouds and towards the light. What a wonderful feeling to behold; such a pleasant sight! - Sanaya