Nature Loves Freedom

The biggest fear of life’s scarce death, Challenge lies in freedom to live. Nor life, elimination rounds, And yet, that’s how man seems to live. Birds and butterflies love to fly, By no roadmaps still life they live. Breeze comes when feels like, swaying grass, None them by a set rhythm live. Deer leap and race as their hearts will, Nature by own volition lives. Fish when set off to swim in sea, Who to them a cut-off-line give? When set out, free in sky to move, By no traffic line do clouds live. And birds in season when build nests, Who sets deadline by which to live? ______________________________________ Musings |03.08.2022| Couplets