There has been a slight drizzle since morn,

The night is now pressing dark against the window.

The trees are meeting the wind and roaring

The moon is cherishing a break,

Nature is reviving.

Many have perished but for the sake of mother nature.

When will the Sunrise in the east horizon?

Oh ! I can't beget the grief, any more grief.

Nature has taken to its obsolete form,

Rivers are immaculate,

The forest is recovering

And the air has become purge and pure.

A few days of curfew,

A few days lockdown

Is not bad for it has restored the pristine mother.

Sure we will flourish one day

If we continue to nurture nature along with mankind.