The snow on the mountains, dews on the grass,
The mystery of nature is catching up with us fast.
The flowers smiling always, the bees dancing fast,
Love of nature, a message is what they bring at last.
The fish in the lake gliding past with all their grace,
Of multitude of colours, nature, thy gift is so vast.
Serene and calm is the locale to date, all is your grace,
Yet man the vulture, worst of all, nature he wishes to break.
For torn between comfort and greed, he hits a race,
Running to nowhere, is all that he achieves and breaks.
Nature leaves not man, a tempest it rages,
Down comes the man, on his knees lies his fate.
Humbling is thy nature, serene and calm it waits,
For man to become an ally, in the race to lord’s grace.
- Dr. Hira