Poem: The Soul of Nature
Fleecy cloudlets purple and silver
Sail leisurely on the deep blue,
Breezes charged with the fragrance of roses
Sweep over the daisy-strewn lawns.
Like contemplatives, the mountains
Stand under the sun
Calm, serene and fixed in peace.
A cuckoo flies from tree to tree
Filling the valley with its note.
By the slow gliding river
I sit and breathe in the light.
I caress the hair of the damsel Time
With idle fingers.
Peace steals over heart and mind.
Forgetting all mundane desires
I feel at one with wind and rocks—
I melt into the soul of Nature.
Hari Prasad Shastri