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Enchanting Effect of Nature

Enchanting Effect Of Nature Nature caught my eyes When I was a child About the age of six, seven I used to go to Heaven Enchanting effect of nature when revealed upon me Trivial things of nature created the Heaven scene I and my sister with grandfather Towards the stream in forest Walking on meadows of downy grass Atmosphere was majestic and soul bliss When passing through the jungle I found a lot of trouble Was a pond of rain water On the water of pond I was staring very strong The time was afternoon When sun appeared like a moon Was resting on the stone Grandfather near the shore Was playing with her crown My sister on the ground Red, orange shades of sun Very visible on the water of pond The images of trees Were making it so deep The reflection of nature scene Like a painting on mirror piece I was confused how much deep it would be Strong kind of fear raised in me Soon my fear converted into screams A group of bees, when appeared from the trees My fear went away When saw glimmering, lightening bees The dark green trees with such luminous bees Was giving the view of imaginations of magic dreams Grand father said, “they are Monarch butterflies” Then other species came in purple, red and blue They were flying over grandfather, sister and me Like fairies celebrating the joy of breeze In some grand festival for King and Queen Trees looked noble indeed Who governed with greenery The rustle of leaves Actually their clapping in gratitude For that grand festival scene What a fascinating day that was When nature enchanted my whole life That day is still fresh in my memories Always fleshes in my eyes Like images of dream. Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari All Rights Reserved

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