In a world of decorum where essence is fair,
Run into the nature's beauty with a face bare.

We were not apart from this harmony, but a part
Of a symphony composed and played of a joyful heart.

The eternal note of joy chanted by the nightingale you hear,
The sun beams and the moonlight been to your eyes clear,

Are to lure such a forgetful man to his sense
To remove the mask of the segregation and difference.

In this world of evolution let nature be the guide
For, devolving traits shall bring you pride

Stand and adjust your pace with this organic dance,
In the green arms of the nature and her true romance.