Love of Nature

Love of Nature Jatin Gauttam 28 July, 2015 Those times we sat facing the west, A sight fascinates me at its best, Wise Sun lowering down the glances, it became a souvenier, that Red Sunset.. Sunset brought all end to hard work, where the life of dark gestures, unrest.. That smell in the air, flowing through out the town, In rainy days, I must not be the only one to feel.. The shiny drazzles always seemed so keen to bound.. But felt like we're actually free, naked and no peel... Howlin' winds or breezes, which made it perfect to be.. that its the love of nature, one love nobody can oversee.. We had trips that were meant to terminate all pains, all sorrows.. Oak, oh those majestic oaks became good ears to share... To share all our secrets and painful memories, we'd brought.. They never complained, welcomed us like they do care... Only then I could become the person, I always wanted to be.. And Majestic Oak would always be there, welcoming me... Shaking its leaves... Along with all those heartful moments, everyone has their own share to breathe.. But they have always had someone to share their memories with.. The quietness of night, The blue sky sight... The howling wind, or the sights that bind... The crops in the farms, the sunflowers that glee... The smell of the wet soil, and that drazzling breeze.. I've had my time with those, but always remember how'd it be.. That its the love of nature, One Love nobody can oversee..