The lilies are angels, pure and bright,
The clouds are ponds, serene in flight,
The pixies dance, fairies on high,
As butterflies sway like reeds nearby.
The glades are breezes, gentle and kind,
The shore is home to cicadas’ chime,
A world of wonder, alive and free,
Nature’s symphony, a sight to see.
© VishalDutia
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