Nature

I was a child,

A cute little one

With a nasty habit of,

Posing questions to everyone.

Everything I see

Must be understood by me

And there always was my father

Whom I could anytime bother.

It was one such day

When a doubt came my way

I hurried to my dad

Asking, 'what is nature?'

He gave a knowing smile

And took me on a drive

And thus we were off

On a new adventure!

We went to a blissful place

Which was painted like a canvas

All I could see

Was a riot of colors

“Child, Who else can tell us

About the different shades of green,

Better than a caterpillar

To whom leaf is bread & butter

Dark and bright and rich and new

Leaves shine in green when fresh with dew.

Rising sun is red

Blasting out of the sea bed

Gliding far and high

like fire in the sky

Red in color is the blood the heart drives

Gushing and pumping, keeping us alive.

To know what is blue,

Ask the birds, they’ll tell you

High in the sky,

They fly and fly

Ask the fish, living in the sea

Blue is water, its life's key.

The tenderness of air

Is dear to a flower

Whose soft touch of breeze

It hopes will never cease.

The sweet smell of earth

Will never be in dearth

When there always will be rain

On this beautiful plain.

Everything wonderful

Everything serene

God's work of art

In red, blue and green

All this is nature,

With you, me and every creature."