Fine Arts Nature
She is sculpture...
green hills in chasms of sensual carvings
chiseled on majestic torso of mountains
and silence of stillness flows in streams.
She is painting ...
beautiful colors in vales of floral polaroids
blazing frocks of petals in threads of filigree
and a breathless canvas reflects vision of life.
She is poetry...
buoyant and carefree, soul lost in mystic trance
sunlit meadows, dark nights, throbbing stars,
and fathomless thoughts, wisdom of grey hair
She is music...
when raindrops rustle soft melody on leaves
symphony of gyration, sea breeze sail hope
and chirps resonate in a serenade staccato
She is dance...
when a flock of birds embraced in blue sky
choreograph cloudy frills in tranquil white
and seamless winds twirl in a ballerina .
She is Nature's Joy, a masterpiece of art
patron of timeless solace, for a solitary heart
Dated 4th March 2020
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