Tag: nature

A paper upon which a lot can be written is bought.

It is beautiful, hardy and strong.

Its marvellous, unique and wonderful.

The paper is sought by all.

The father writes upon it,

So does the mother.

At evening, the small child also writes upon it .

It’s their chart, which they would write upon and look after for ever and ever.

A paper is their bond.

Not of money, but of happiness.

Adios!

A day in sunlight,

Makes me happy.

To walk long distances in it,

Exercises the body.

A day in sunlight,

Is beautiful for a picnic,

The one where there are lots of play,

And lots of sunlight,

With a basket of sandwiches and food.

A day in sunlight,

Is liked by all.

By the birds, by the animals and by humans.

Save that the sunlight must be tame or cool,

Otherwise there is no fun in doing anything in the scorching sunlight.

A day in sunlight,

Are the happiest moments in our life.

And maybe in yours too.

Adios!

A butterfly and its wings.

Flap together.

They roam and live together.

They sing and dance together.

A butterfly’s majesty lies in its wings.

The beautiful the wings,

The charming the butterfly.

It isn’t the charm,

But the colours and its combination which attracts us the most.

A butterfly is free,

For it can’t stay at one place for most of the time,

Yet if seen carefully,

You would find in the same area,

For ever and ever.

And one day, it simply vanishes.

Maybe it moves on, maybe it has found an another plant.

So look out for a butterfly and its wings.

It would definitely bring happy memories and a smile to your face.

Adios!

The bird flew stretching its wings.

It danced by the river,

Where it sings.

The river water is cool,

And the bird drinks from it,

Refreshing himself.

The river knows her well.

So do the villagers.

Every morning, before sunrise,

It calls out loud-“Chirrp, twirrp, twirrp”

And then gives out a loud burp.

The bird flew,

To Russia,

To Switzerland,

To Amsterdam,

To Africa.

Then after touring four continents it came back to its homeland, India.

Adios!

All’s good, all’s well.

It’s the morning which suits me well.

The divinity brings me down,

To see what’s happening.

I take a look around,

And find everything.

What it is,

I won’t disclose.

Let it be,

So it be,

I may see it some other day,

Like rain,

Which is forecasted to fall.

But it stays afloat.

Adios!