The Hidden Scene Of Nature

   Nature is like gold
   It never gets mould 
   It has a story untold
   That special story from the old.

   It is like a mother hen with feathers
   Covering us from the harsh sunlight
   And giving us rain by night.
   
  Let us protect it 
  Because from it's harvest we eat
  That nature that was so green 
  Is now a dirty pit

   Let's make it bloom
   Either now or at noon
   And make it green again
   Before it's too late.

By Monju Agnes