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The mountains of brown covered with green carpet of trees,
When they nod their heads I feel  cool winds and breeze,
Every time I ask them to come down, they say no,
All at the same time but how I don’t know,
The mountain peaks serve as seats,
And the passing dark clouds have their meet,  
They share their worries for being black,
 And shed their tears for a whitening pack,
The cries are loud  with copious showers,
They look like beads on the peonies flowers,
Every drop tastes so good,
And the starving arid lands take them as food ,
The land is now fertile and the sapling grows,
As a beautiful  pimple young  girl face shows ,
From the tender crop to lush green women, 
The beauty of which is admired by all breezy men,
 Every time the male winds touch,
The greeny women puts her head down to blush,
She dresses herself with scarlet flowers,
And perfumes herself with fragrance talc,
She carries the nectar in her smiles, 
For which the drone bees come from miles,
The buzzing honey bees play their bands,
And the pollens dance on the flower bed stand,
The glittering brook sings the song,
And the party goes till the sun is gone,
Now comes the Night lady,
With great beauty and white bindi,
She adorns herself with Lilly and jasmine,
And looks the most beautiful yasmine,
She bends down to see her reflection,
The convex meanders reflects with perfection,
She sings the song of silence,
And waits for her convergence,
This is a beautiful lullaby of summer,
And the  nature goes for a peaceful slumber.

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