The evergreen young lady, the ‘Nature’,
In her young-looking age, she did cheer.
At very early dawn, she left her soft bed
Rubbing the eyes and
scratching the head.
After a dip in the
morning’s drizzling drops,
Her stunning blue
sky- sari, she wore.
The Divine Mark of rainbow, she adorned,
With its many-hue on her forehead.
She lit the lamp of sacred nature
And kept in the east to see its stature.
Awakened she, her offspring, all
And them she launched for routine’s call.
And the wicks of lamp
she lit in east
Did she pull to
provide more light.
And so can one sense the
things very bright
And plan his acts, adding his insight.
.
Swift she moved to
the wind-fan’s board
And the fan for the cool, on she switched.
Wind very burly blew on surroundings
Holding in its wings the light-weight things.
There banged the ensemble,
the thunder
Lightning added too
its luster.
Birds chirped, peacock danced
And Linnet, a covert tune, crooned
The hair of the lady,
the flora’s leaves
Swam and swayed from right to left.
Nature’s own lover the time- master
Bestowed without fail on her, his care.
Hap we definitely own in
plenty,
As, her aid a lot, on us, she places.
Entices us she in a
great deal
And her splendor should never go dull.
Let not anyone destroy her sanctity
And let, hang around, everyone her serenity.
Uphold her valor vigorous, to have her yonder.
Pray and prostrate before the God to have her for ever.
Sarala.
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