The poem describes Mother Nature as a humble yet divine creator who adorns herself in varied, lush colors throughout the seasons. She is worshipped by all, from kings to peasants, saints to sinners alike. As the master artist, she creates new pictures every day by weaving the fabric of life with splended colors, though sometimes including traces of grey. The poem prays that her blessings may forever be bestowed upon humanity.
The poem describes Mother Nature as a humble yet divine creator who adorns herself in varied, lush colors throughout the seasons. She is worshipped by all, from kings to peasants, saints to sinners alike. As the master artist, she creates new pictures every day by weaving the fabric of life with splended colors, though sometimes including traces of grey. The poem prays that her blessings may forever be bestowed upon humanity.
The poem describes Mother Nature as a humble yet divine creator who adorns herself in varied, lush colors throughout the seasons. She is worshipped by all, from kings to peasants, saints to sinners alike. As the master artist, she creates new pictures every day by weaving the fabric of life with splended colors, though sometimes including traces of grey. The poem prays that her blessings may forever be bestowed upon humanity.
scorching summer, The way she preserves her grace even in the bareness of autumn, In robes of varied colours, Often a lush green, Sometimes the colour of magnificent gold with the blush of crimson; She is humble with a sense of divinity, There is a vigour even in her serenity, She is worshiped by allBe it the king of all lands or mere a peasant, Be it a sinful self or a priest. She is the master creator and safeguards her creation, But when the time comes, also leads the course of annihilation, She changes with every passing second Yet has always been the same, You must be wondering who is she? Mother nature is her name. With her gentle brush strokes, she shows a new picture everyday, She is the master artist, who designs the canvas in her own way; She weaves the fabric of life with threads of splended colours, which sometimes has traces of grey, Let her blessings be forever bestowed upon us, that is all we pray -Anjali Sengupta