I care for sprout of tree.
On which I laugh when world stands still at this thought of mine.
So I cry when my passion wastes & nature listens.
but I listen everything deep, that's blue, orange or white.
& I love this invite into storm of retribution.
but I hate when my hands twine tight.
& I need to walk among new & densely greens,
So that I have a understanding of, what nature is!
I crave for leaves, branches fallen & thorny vines.
which I bear with gentle roll of thunder.
So I speak to hour glass, each grain & emerald blades to glisten for lifetime.
I stalk time and nature.
I see everyday cloud as a colorful rainbow.
I do step over paths those have no traits to mark,
& I know such travelling will emerge creek in frozen edges.
But still I want to continue, to look up the hill and keep moving,
In search of thorny tangles.
I seek right footsteps neglecting the weather,
So I heal patches of dark earth,
& I burn waves that drowns my emotions.
Now I feel at home that we have chop down
& I soak in whisper, rythyms, beauty of 'Mother Nature'
I find it comfortable
••Life of I••
I find, it comfortable °°LIFE OF ' I ' °°
Actually I wanted to create a slam book for self to analyse my strength on different themes of life ..like love, nature, sports, religion, humanity so I created this format ..
If you want you can also try your hands on writing I on different themes