To Be With Nature Always

On the north the pole star Sits in meditation as a sage Waiting for a turn to rule the sky Cursing the dawns emerging blaze I feel the cold through the fingers My face gets wet with mists My feet can feel the dews in soles Stiffness begins to grope my wrists But I don’t want to move back ever And live a life so boring and dull For now let me roll on the soft grasses Till upon the vale dawn starts to fall I just need to be in open for ever To be with the heavenly wonders Peace and wisdom they drop Are saved in me as my prized plunders Staying with nature was a pastime That will always remain in my heart Let me live as a savage in thick green till To its heavenly abode my soul would depart