Be it human, be it more,
The most complex substance is the ore of inner core.
It’s vital for a stronger base and the line of arc,
It’s vital for the making of nature and emotional mark.
Most of the time we are searching only on the upper thrust,
Without even lowering our searches down the crust.
We see only the heat, roughness, dryness…
But no, eye on how melted the inner ground is.
There comes complications, as so many thing toughly packed there,
Hidden aspirations, sorrow, guilt, fear, loneliness are just the mere.
But, who dips down there, with patience of being a with care,
With time to just sit and hear
And dig out reasons and tear…
the unwanted spread all over..
and misery creeping for a makeover.
If we care for some, we have to be alert
Be it nature or nature’s birth..
let not go anyone to dearth.
Blossoming forth,
is a new idea,
a new perception,
a family of trees,
standing, like living monuments,
attesting to the great majesty of nature,
a triumph over our own baby steps into achieving solidarity,
here nations still quarrel,
and eventually fall,
us grey, nature green;
for the elements were not meant to be seen,
buildings stand like murderous mountains,
smothering the earth,
and one begins to wonder why,
why would nature spring us forth,
if we so seek to murder her.