The Nature
Samrudhi Humbe, 8th B
THE NATURE
Samrudhi Humbe, 8th B
A leaf falls slow through silver air,
No eyes to see, no voice to care.
The wind hums slow, a breath unseen,
Across the bones of hills between.
The shadow stretch where none have been,
That glows, a secret green.
A stream forgot the path it knew,
Wonder of in silence too.
No footsteps Press the waiting hand,
No grasp, No touch, no guiding hand.
And get the world does not stand still;
It turns beneath the star still.
