ECHOES OF NATURE’S
SORROW
Beneath the weeping willow’s boughs I stand, Where tears of dew on petals land, Nature’s beauty veiled in shades of blue, Yet sadnesg whispers through the moming dow
The river weeps in a silent stream,
Roflecting dreams lost in the moonbeam.Mountains cradle a sorrowed sky.
In the rustle of leaves, a mournful Sigh, A symphony of nature’s lullaby
The sunsots paint the horizon in pain, A maaterpiece of melancholy refrain.Butterllies dance in a somber trance.
Their wings carrying tales of lost romance
Majestic trees, atoic and grand,
Yet roots entangled in sorrow’s hand.
The songbirds’ melodies carry the welght, A lament echoing through fate.
Meadows of flowers, vibrant yet frall, Whisper talen of a sorrowed tale.
Nature weeps in silent elegy,
A portrait of gadness, profound and free.
Yet in this beauty, a healing grce
A reminder that oven sadness has a place.

                                      _Pragti Sharma