One morning when half awake,

Puzzled by the sudden serenity around,

At last, Unable to slumber any longer,

I rise up and go to the orchard near the lake.

The sun shines like never before.

The uproar of the sparrows seems to whisper “how you do?”

The swinging harmony of the trees,

Dancing like ballerina in a play.

And the leaf in the dew proclaim “All is but well”

Oh!! Mother how beautiful is you,

You have made my heart quiver.

As I continue to awe in your wondrous beauty,

Though oftentimes we neglect your existence,

But in a simple way you remind us.

“Thou dust you came, thou dust you return”.