The sunrays fall on the misty hills
Making the dew drops appear like crystals clear
Seems like the plants too shed a tear
As the night departs with its chills.

A light breeze sways the jungle dense
The leaves rustle in a melody
The chirping birds join the symphony
As the divine music makes perfect sense.

The flowers blossom in various shades
A host of natural bouquets
The rain drizzles in light sprays
Over the trees and over the blades.

This natural beauty lasts for hours few
As dusk starts to creep in with its shadows
There is not a sound anymore in the meadows
Only the crickets chirp taking their clue.

The fog sets in once again
As the process will repeat itself tomorrow
Just as joy always replaces sorrow
The sun will encore brighten this terrain!