Time of Nature - Lgt
It’s the time when the river waits
To welcome in the boats,
It’s the time when the pigeons fly
Gently out their cotes.
It’s the time when the swaying trees
Drop gracefully, their fruits
It’s the time that the silk moth dies,
To give us the silk that suits.
It’s the time that nature takes to say...
That she cares for you, in her own way!
Copyright © Sneha Rv | Year Posted 2014
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