Splendor Of Nature

The brook murmurs as it flows on the plateau, across the draping emerald forest spread out opulent, splashes on the curved contours of the lowland as flicking cascade of the soaring swan flock in flight. It meanders on the jagged swathe clad with ferns, sprinkles with exuberance the splatter of pearls. It glides with sigh through the drizzle of rain, warbles in musical whisper with the ripple of air. Flying over the crystal water that wheezes as it flows, the returning robins chirp the springtime song. As in the boughs of trees the new leaves rustle, beguiled butterflies flitter around the flowers. The shimmering night sky above the silhouetted canopy, wears bejwelled crown shining with the twinkle of stars, silver tinsels trickle through the moonbeam film, in a trance I’m charmed by the splendor of nature.