Deceiving the cerulean sapphire of rain,
Listen, it whispers the tinkling sunrays,
The peerless serenity, pamplicet of creation
Is playing its flute, bemusing everyone...
All the enchanting spells it casts
Blooming genially for the wonderlust ;
Murmurous voice, smell of the petrichor,
Blue mountains, green scintilla outspores...
While an ethereal felicity explodes
The nostalgia of spring lassitude,
Filling the ambient with its essence,
Trying to subdue the tangerines of autumn...
Halting time, thousand wind's gathered,
Falling down, a dying feather,
Fragrance of wild, hidden in the layers,
Embrace the messiness of life, with air...
Bird's in circled flight,
Star's shinning at the night,
Howling of animals, enjoying the fest;
A sudden sound, chopping of woods,
Hush! Don't you see, here nature's taking rest?
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