Diya Alwani

Be like a rainbow in the sky so high, When sorrow surrounds, let your spirit fly. In the midst of rain and tears that fall, Hold onto hope, it'll conquer all. Though clouds may gather, dark and gray, Remember, the sun will pave the way. With its golden rays, it will mend, The broken hearts, love it will send. So, when you're sad and want to cry, Just wait a while, don't say goodbye. For after the rain, in the bluest skies, A rainbow of happiness, in your heart, lies. "This poem is a reflection of the innocent wisdom of my 9-year-old sister, Heral Alwani. I am thrilled to have successfully transformed her thoughts and inspiration into this piece of poetry."

 Her beauty is, Her sustenance. Nature's beauty  Is a true romance. In all those birds Chirping again, And the flowers, Blooming in the rain. In all the trees with the green smile, lies the beauty in every mile. To the person  down the sea, That seeks the beauty, in the garden bee. You're the one, Oh! so sweet, More than the honey  that you eat. In the sky That's so high, You admire the charm Like glitter in the eye. You are the one With lots of love Admiring the beauty of that white dove. You're the one Perfect for this world, And the sun For the unloved.

Let us serve our duty, to save the environment's beauty Let us pledge to reveal, that unrevealed pleasing scent, of the wet grass And the blissful wind playing among themselves. The colors of those pretty flowers  hidden under those grey shades. Let us open our eyes and be awake  to observe those green shades, and to hear the ripple of the flowing stream. Let us all vow, to let flowers bloom with grace, to let winds be full of joy, to fill the wet grass with the fragrance,  to make the water dance with contentment,  to make the stars shine with delight,  to paint the sky full of rainbows filled with pleasure. And let us promise everyday  with great intent,  To take good care of Our Environment.

 Drip by drip, the gentle rain arrived, enveloping everything in serene silence, captivating our attention. Each water droplet created a symphony upon impact, as if orchestrating a masterpiece of tranquility. The raindrops caressed the earth, painting ripples on the grey canvas below. The grass, eager and alive, embraced the drops, urging the soil beneath to imbibe the gift of water. With petrichor in the air, the moist earth rekindled sensations, captivating all who encountered it. The once-muted flowers, now adorned with glistening jewels, danced in jubilation. Trees stood as sentinels of contentment, their verdant leaves dampened, inviting all to find solace beneath their branches. Saplings bowed with gratitude, welcoming the rain's touch. Hidden among the leaves, melodious bird songs echoed, weaving a chorus of unseen beauty. The peacocks unfurled their feathers, a living tapestry of delight. These sights and sounds harkened back to the Romantic Era, akin to the love affairs pe