The beautiful early morning haze

Softly blankets the colours of pink, blue and purple.

Like a bride, walking on the aisle

With soft veil across her rosy cheeks.

The sun being born trying to breaking the shell of sky

Stretching its arms trying to fly.

But to utter dismay the first voice heard

Ominous barks of the scary dog.

The noon, sun pearly white,

Showing itself amongst the floating oysters

Light breeze; dancing trees

Soft smell of the rich grass; ever cheerful twirls

Of the sunflower. But to utter dismay,

The sharp shouts of the black crow. 

The crimson evening, like a garden full of Forest flames

Blushing as it bids a farewell,

To its lovely sun.

The tranquil ocean as it consumes it slowly

With every wave. But to utter dismay

The cat scratches my toe, looking for wild mushrooms.

The night, so rich, so dark, so deep

The face of the lady becomes alive,

Fresh and white, a round diamond

Glistening between the fairies of silver

Combing its hair of back night,

Smooth and smooth bright and deep.

But to utter dismay the emearld spotted snake who I see, and

He who spots me.  I run for my life, my eyes bulge

And I leave the beautiful lady out in the dark,

All alone we both feel and yet so complete.

The nature so imperfect

Still to every inch complete.

We the children of the nature, why do we expect,

To be perfect in every aspect and never wish to be complete?