Rocks and soil,

Everything is a coil,

Complimenting each one in joy,

Raising the toast of voice.

Winds moving the leafy trees,

Humans watering the plants to live,

But all minds are not same,

Why is there a deforesting aim?

Beauty is a bow,

That will make the nature grow,

Unvoiced creatures are the ring,

That will make centuries bling.

Be the water that rolls clean thoughts,

Dont rot the plot that makes a lot,

Happy life, Happy nature,

So nurture and seal the future.