By Avi Shrivastava, Class X G
Deep in the lap of timber I lay,
Resting over the comfortable hay,
Where the river makes its own way,
I feel at home though home’s far away,
Where the night ends with glamorous day
I lay at night over a flowery bouquet.
Where the flight of birds
leaves me without words,
Where the doe teaches the young to move in a herd,
The news which only the wind has heard
Of skies making the sight blurred,
I think they might have had a word.
Now comes down the rain,
Inviting by the banks, flocks of cranes,
Where everything has its own charm,
Some please others, some might harm,
I call it God’s creation great,
Oh Nature! Path to heaven straight!
