The Beauty Of Nature at an early clock..


The color of the sky was light blue and mystic grey,
seeming to become the coming sun's prey.
The yellow little ball of light,
was not at all bearable to my sight.
The cold hidden in the trees was caught,
for which to escape the sun bravely fought.

The yellow-white flowers were looking as the cherry on the pie,
and giving a beautiful touch on the ground for the sky.
The music of nature was like a violin's sound,
giving a sensitive touch, which was yet to be found.

The dew on the grass and leaves of the tree were like crystal diamonds from nature to humankind for free.
And when finally the yellow-orange ball was found,
no place was left to lighten up on the ground.

This is the magnificent image giving the presence of nature talks,
After all,
this is the beauty of nature at an early clock.....

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