The golden hues of the summer mornings
The silent chills of the winter nights,
Whispers a secret unknown of,
I know not the how and what,
Nor I know of the secret language!
Deciphering, and more of it
I spend, my days, my minutes
What has it got ,in its heart
Unheard secrets passed down to me
Was it only me?I ponder
“Do you hear it?” I prejudice
Rolls down the mystery for years to come
Let bygones be bygones
I’m 60 now,What was it?
I barely remember,the warm rays
The chilled rains, the goodness of the fruits
And the crunches of the mellow leaves
“Granma, do you hear it, the nature’s whisper” he asks
My ten year old little generation
So it was true, we all hear it, I forget, so will all of you
“Yes it is the secrets, my child, listen,
Learn, walk with it and you’ll know” I smile like I know!
It’s a facade, but I know that I needed someone to tell me to listen
It’s all here, in the womb of mother nature,
The answers to everything, Why didn’t I know it but he will;
My ten year old generation!!
The mellow leaves hushes down, I know it’s time to go
Now I hear and I know what the nature speaks of
I finally know!