Nature

This is one of those poems that reveals the truth of all humans so called inventions which are observations of the past from nature. Here I confess Nature is the store house for creativity.

NATURE

Dropping down the growing mountains,

Glittering down as sparklets of fountain,

Spitted out by solid rocks,

Remain in memory a flocks…

Learning had man repeat nature,

Annoyed he was not equally beautiful.

Captured in frames the act of nature

Will later modify calling his art in future.

All’s that we had seen off nature

One’s fine, is he has a departure

Oh, ye all not you alone fellow being

Her beauty barrows as you in you

For all that’s yelled imagination, creativity;

Are the road down the memory lane

Where you cherished nature’s fame.

LOVE NATURE to be CREATIVE & IMAGINATIVE