The Greed

As I glide through the wet grass

That trickles my bare feet,

I could feel the tingling sensation

All over my body.

The grass is smooth

And so is the dewdrop

Which moist the tip

Of my long yellow dress

As I drag along my way.

The glow of Morning Sun

Shimmer on my left cheek

As I blush for the kiss;

And thank the Lord

For the beautiful day.

Because I never know

What tomorrow will give.

The wishpering trees

And the dancing white grasses

Arouse me to drift with the breeze

Where my feet took the rhythm

Of the miraculous nature.

Within a second,

I was a different person

Who danced with

The rhythm of nature,

Who understands

The wishpering of trees,

Who seeks

The gyrate of flowers

And for the moment,

I was communed with the nature.

As I breathe the aura

Of the vista which surrounds me,

I slowly closed my eyes

As I saw a world

More perfect than my reveries

And my open arms

To embrace the curiosity.

But I was crying

With my frowned brows

And my trembling lips

As I saw the nature

Lamenting for their lost ones;

As impotent as they are

To run from the menace.

With the chattering noise

From behind the woods,

I ran for my life

As I suddenly realise

I was a part of the nature.