Prairies, Steppes, Savannahs all
Grasslands where the grass is tall,
That’s where Green is truly so,
Nature tells it as it is
No make-up, no arc lights
With our blandishments, we never know.

Mirrors too, like Mother Nature
Reflect just what they daily see
Never flatter, never lie,
Humans act like other people
Never like themselves
Till Repentance asks them, Why?

Rivers flowing to the Sea
On their way to Destiny
Time does its part play,
Some the final merger see
Some not meant to there be
Some lost on their wayward way.

Time, the Master of all things
The bird that croaks and the one that sings
Time, that joy and sadness brings,
Time that carries all in its wake
Of its actions never warns
Time, that all surprises springs.

Cannot change what’s meant to be
True for you and also me
The silent lines always say,
That’s the way it always was
And, shall always
That way, stay.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)