The nature’s beauty is a work of art
by the hands of the divines,
The lush green forest, the waterfall
the gorges and the ravines.
The vibgyored rainbows bent across
the beautiful sky,
The spider’s patterned web stretched
waiting for victim’s cry.
The croaking of frogs in chorus
in the middle of night,
The piercing sounds of crickets
When the day is bright.
The blanketing of mountain tops
with powdery snow,
The serene morning meadow filled
with droplets that glow.
The innocent smiles of children
sparkling with joy,
The ambiguous babbling of infants
the mothers enjoy.
The world is the greatest museum
of art and nature,
But we fail to notice and appreciate
the God’s architecture.
© Tshering Wangchuk
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