The Final Synthesis
The Final Synthesis
The unknown begins,
the wind whispers to the dancing trees about a thousand secrets.
The rain cleanses the stained earth and makes it sacred.
The night plays its quite music,
Life is Born!
man, and nature,
nature and creation bonding in the final synthesis.
©Chitra Arun
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2019
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