Every morning sunshine,
I wish I can hug you and say you are mine,
People hate you for summer,
During winter they love you, to keep ‘em warmer.

Oh dear! Evening’s pleasant breeze,
So cool, but it won’t freeze,
Sailing through the ocean,
In the waves we can see your motion.

Brighty moon,
Every-time I see you, my worries swoon,
So clam without any reason,
Satisfying so many hearts, without a season.

My lovely droplets of rain,
Too much of you is a pain,
Moderately so many farmers gain,
Is it your anger? floods and droughts, destroying every grain?

The worlds greenery,
A satisfying nature’s scenery
It is calm and not that Ordinary,
Holds power to destroy humanity, in its plenary.

If you observe with faith, you can see gods,
Which will protect you in all odds,
All disasters from Air, Sea, Earth, Fire and outer worlds,
Showering their love, wrath, anger and all their moods.

Sun, moon and all its season,
A cosmic balance, no natures treason,
We should be kind and respect weather as a boon,
It is from the gods and they are the world's platoon.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

i've always been a stream
ever flowing
ever changing
carving my way through the earth's tender skin
whispering ancient secrets to the stones newly birthed from the mountain's embrace,
their edges sharp with youth.
i mourn the fleeting death of grass
knowing it will return,
yet feeling each loss as if it were the last.
i greet the birds that dip their wings in my waters,
the trees that shade my journey,
the life that springs and fades along my edges,
each moment, a momentary reflection
in my endless course.
i move on,
carrying memories that dissolve in my depths
until all that remains is the motion,
the ceaseless forgetting.

i've always admired the ocean,
vast and ancient,
cradling life beneath its dark, unknowable surface.
it bears witness to the birth and death
of a million dreams
yet holds onto the bones of forgotten worlds
that rest in its silent, sunken graves.
unchanging, it reflects the sky's face
absorbing the storms
but never surrendering its secrets.
the ocean is stillness,
a deep, solitary wisdom
i've always longed to be.

oh, to be the ocean,
to hold the weight of history in my depths,
to be vast, to be constant,
to be silent,
but never alone.