Read Sonnet: Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature, by Rishabh Parmar

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Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature
Flawless and seraphic
Little-bitty birds tweeting on the soggy branches
’tis mother Earth, not mine or not thine

Behold, the puissant rain
’tis shower time of the Earth
Clouds art blazing like king of the beasts
Taking stunning snapshots from the loftier berth

Behold, the children
Blissful creatures of the sturdy world
bring joyousness to the old man’s heart
who is waiting for his fortune, to be unrolled

Behold, ’tis thine future
that has to be nurture.

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