Through the shades of royalty 

And the glamours of shoots,

Nature rushes with identity 

Of the supreme even in roots.

The brisk survival of squirrel

And the glimpses of Gods,

Twilight is engaged in no quarrel 

Then why we are at odds?

Nature's elegance is invested over smile

Whether it be a bird or a coral,

Everything is of exclamatory pile

In the Universe's oval.

From the lustrous gold to resistant shell,

Everything that we love to preserve,

Is the boon of nature's bell

And the glinting power we deserve.

The Moon flashes even with crater

And the comb of honeybee 

Is the storehouse of sweet nectar. 

How great it is here to be!

A bath in tears of cloud

And a walk in alluring path of green,

Can fountain one with a loud

And curious excitement of what diversity mean!

The summit at its post

And the petals that escape from roughness,

Even accompany the trees at coast 

To set up a scenery that lasts endless, 

The message I somehow wish to convey,

Is to share and praise 

The love crystals on the way 

Of nature and listen what God say.

-Vikrant S. Shah