There is much to desire

In terms of knowing

The flame in our soul

Never stops glowing;

That we should adhere

To messages clear:

Seeds of sweet harmony

Keep constantly sowing.

Ways of tranquility

Are open to all,

If only we listen

To the clarion call

Of phenomenal sights

And awesome heights

Of natural wonders

Big and small.

The running brook’s murmur

And the eagle’s flight;

The chirping of crickets

In the silence of night;

The flamingoe’s dance

And the peacock’s prance;

The snows on mountains,

Glistening white;

The ocean’s expanse

And cascading falls;

The soul-stirring thrills

Where there are no walls;

The knowledge that we

Are born to be free

Listening to Nature’s

Beseeching calls.

For all these we pause

So that we espouse

Sound reason and cause –

The need to arouse

Our spirit, indeed,

To curb our haste

And rein in the speed.