The Healer and the Destroyer

Sitting near the window,

All I could wonder...

'How magical is the work of our mother nature.'

Called the mother, for its indeed the perfect word,

She nurtures everyone, be it a dinosaur or even the tiniest bird.

Patience and Love is what she is full of,

There's not even a single role that she totally didn't pull off!

With the shining sun, soar high the birds,

The beauty of the sky in the night fall, can be defined with no words.

The hills of the ants beneath tall trees,

Carrying of the children of flowers of the sun by the honey bees;

She made everyone so,

Who would help each other on paths to and fro.

Different waters on one single land,

Four ocean sisters are found flowing hand in hand;

Animating each species and their kinds,

Yes, She is the one, every soul who binds.

We experience her presence,

When she drizzles the showers of joy;

We experience her mood swings,

When she sends her winter boy.

A treasure never-ending she beholds,

Yet everyday a new one she moulds;

Stronger than ever, she knows her stand,

'She is Controllable' thinks the foolish man!

Startled by her charisma,

Excited and little afraid for what she's gonna present us in future...

And so All I could wonder......

'How magical is the work of our mother nature.'