Lovers Of Nature!

[Written in memory of Robert Alun Blackwell of South Africa] Lovers of Nature are feathers of the same bird That flies in zeal all over phases of Nature ever Exploring and enjoying the bliss none can sure! Enjoying boyish pleasure at first we play there Plucking the leaves of grass, pulling out plants and Playing all day long in joy children only know! Growing up swayed by the beauty of flowers And enjoying sweet taste of fruits we bask there Whether it is day or noon or evening or night...! Still growing up whether it is hard time or good one Intellectually we find the secret behind all woes of World in connection with Nature's silence or storms! Mingling at last one with Nature we get dizzy rapture That helps with bliss eternal when we finally breathe last! By T A Ramesh