Diya Alwani

The mornin' sky that's so high, the winds come by like a sweet stimuli. I wonder why I can't fly, Admiring the birds that chirrup nearby. Blue blue sky that looks so shy, where the hidden mysteries lie, and glooms the passion  in my eye. Sky is full of wonder and flies and the sun that  rises nice. The little bird that tries and sigh, to fly in the ether that's so high. Now it's time to say goodbye and to admire the wonderful sky. The following poem has also been published in THE MIRELLA Anthology published under the dream world publications.  To purchase the book tap on >>> MIRELLA

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