Beauty is the nature's natural name, 
The nature is poet's soulful game; 
Her moods, rhythms and colours frame 
Heaven on the earth in poet's dream. 

Picturesque orchestra of the nature's rhyme 
Stirs subtle sweet passion's flame; 
The nature sings in silence for all souls, 
Dawns new feel of devotional whole. 

Blue in the sky and green all round 
How change in mood with the passing time! 
Cool of breeze and warmth of sunshine 
How weave rare joy in the nature's womb! 

Musics of streams and chirpings of birds 
Rise like hymns from the nature's trove, 
Clouds afloat and smiling sweet flowers 
Swing in wind to greet all souls. 

Air is thick with relaxed mood, 
What a thrill, what an inspiring stir 
Hangs in air like the heaven's benison 
And blends onlookers with the nature's soul! 

The grace of god as heavenly light 
Diffracts as kaleidoscopic spectrum, 
A spell everywhere, arcane vibrations, 
The nature's music catches like fire. 

What a sweet soft madness inside, 
What a sweet soft madness inside 
In the nature's calm rise and fall, 
In the still quietude, in the quiet simple mood! 

Those simple forms, those gentle hues, 
Those quiet moves, those silent songs, 
Those magic spells of sweet fragrance, 
What a blend, what a shocking grace! 

The nature, not mere nature, a cradle of beauty, 
A ladder for all divine gifts, 
An open keek to the streaks of heaven 
In untouched lively virgin form. 

The nature is a clean mirror of the soul 
Where the soul itself reflects for real, 
Bright like the sun, yet soft like the moon 
And refreshingly pure like the morning dews.