Nature’s  way.

In   the   innocent  childlike  Morn,

they  are the   tender  rays,   penetrate

to    reach  the  greenery,  the    leaves,

They  are  the  active, blinking ,smiley’s               

take   turbulent  turns  on the  screen, 

foraying   up  and down  in  colourful  ambience, 

The   sticky caterpillar   safe, underneath

   the  leaves ,  Coiling   and  extending upwards,     

unshakable   the  coils   are  even

by the  whiff  of  the  winds:

with  yesterday  the  passing  of  the

summer’s   heat

Autumnal   shreds  recoil  on

The  ground   I walk  by ,

The   tree  is  the  mere  onlooker  .