The Realm Of Nature

I sat with my friend in peace
Watching the site of a river at lease
It was the time of dawning eve
And our souls clapped to the tunes of the charming breeze.

The birds were returning to their nest
The hills shallowed their zest
The buffaloes grazed through the meadow
And the yellow flowers drooped down into shadow.

The bugs marched with a thud
The crabs dug into the wet mud
The patterns on the butterflies faded
And the great Painter poured his colours and the sky persuaded.

The sun was sinking in the ocean of blue
The light was giving way to the dark but had no clue
The tides were breaking on the pebbles on the shore
And the sound was that of a soft roar.

Our hearts were glued to the heart of Nature
We felt we came from the Lone great stature
Looking towards the horizon
We felt we got a skeptical vision.

The river beside me has made me learn
Religions exist only when they accept to churn
The flowers, the moths, the beetles, the Sun
Thinking of these divisions, they seem to burn.

The greatness of these sceneries
The passion for the greeneries
The wildness of the creature
We discovered the greatness of the Realm of Nature.