Nature
Deep Indian green, the colour of leaves
To spread greenery, the farmer strives
Drip drop, the rain drops
Along with me, the sky does cry
Staring at the sky, I question why?
The mighty oak, branches spread high
Tree swings, the horses neigh
The sun shines bright, showing its might
Warm rays, keeps the cold at bay
Staring at the sky, I silently pray
To spread greenery, the farmer strives
Drip drop, the rain drops
Along with me, the sky does cry
Staring at the sky, I question why?
The mighty oak, branches spread high
Tree swings, the horses neigh
The sun shines bright, showing its might
Warm rays, keeps the cold at bay
Staring at the sky, I silently pray
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