White Beauty

White blanket has enveloped everything,
Hills, ground, trees, roofs of building(s),
Pristine white is a beauty to behold,
Nature’s wonders in the chill and cold.

Seeing the snow fall,
Is like speaking in a drawl,
Leaves me in thrall,
Of nature’s bounty above all.

The breathtaking milieu appeals silently,
Bestowing gifts abundantly,
Revealing power of stopping,
Seeing, sensing and slowing.

New soft snow that gradually lands,
Feels like cold cotton balls in my hands.
Snow ball fights and sledding downhill,
Makes memories of unmatched thrill.

Each season’s bounties are unique,
Cherishing them without critique,
Let’s me appreciate our planet’s blessing,
And nature’s seasonal dressing.

Not Flaunting or Faulting

On a walk along the tree lined path,
Strewn with leaves, not yet swath,
A relaxing sight for my sore eyes,
Amidst nature’s bounty, peace abides.

I wish we could exist like leaves,
Not flaunting or faulting principles or beliefs,
Yet, co existing in harmony,
Photosynthesizing, without ceremony.

Old ones giving way to new,
Circle of life in full view.
All hues of green and brown on trees and ground,
Each has a role to play and then to earth is bound.

Cycle of youth and old,
Like seasons hot and cold.
Is nature’s way in every fold,
Continuity of life is gold,

Leaves cannot discuss right and wrong,
Or the multitude of perspective and prong,
Harmonious existence-short or long,
Is its way-subtle, spontaneous and strong!

New Day

Eagerly awaiting the dawn of a new day,
When fear of the disease is at bay.
No more helplessly watching an invisible enemy,
Destroy lives, livelihoods and communities.

This long running calamity has taught a lot in its wake.
Nature is fragile, not a guarantee, a take.
Its time to return to a simpler life.
No more an issue of debates or strife.

Enough's been deliberated, debated and said.
Out earth is hurt-needs a med.
Reckless ways have to cease.
To prevent known and unknown disease.

If you ask-what can I do?
Consciously seek and find.
Small and big ways to be sustainable and kind.

With our combined efforts,
A new way of living can emerge.
Our thoughts, policies and practices have to merge.

This much we owe to our future generations-
A livable planet.

Not divided by nations, notions or stations.
But united by our shared concerns and compassion.
For our earth and generations.

Inspiration

Inspiration can appear anywhere-
Some have found in stories of tortoise and hare.
Others in mirrors, as they stare.
Usually in situations that one doesn’t fear, but dare.

Many seek in nature and its myriad layer.
Millions in regular penance and prayer.
Some visit seas, high mountains, temples, while others find in their lair.
Depends on what one fancies and on one's flair.

I’ve found mine in least expected times and places.
Sometimes during walks at steady or slow paces.
Usually when my mind is calm, free from everyday races.
Also in happy, sad, thinking, loving and longing faces.

Something else that works is to keenly feel, hear and see.
Without judgement—situations, as they happen to be.
Plethora of experience and emotion that incite glum and glee.
I am amazed at the opposites that surround me.

Life’s abundant contrasts-warm fuzzies and cold prickles,
Sweet and sour, praline and pickles.
Some days abundant, and others a trickle.
Life and its ways are ever changing and fickle.

Highly inspirational are nature’s bountiful creations,
Unwavering dreams and dedication,
Limitless and boundless imagination,
Leading to myriad innovations.

Uphill and Downhill

Life and hill are uphill and downhill,
Duality exists in both these drill,
And has to be faced in this mill,
No one escapes this grueling and grill.

On a hill and life, you’ll meet people of varied crop,
Some will not stop, till they reach the top.
Others, will savor the scene,
The sights, the sounds, the smells pristine.

Some prefer to go alone,
Remain in their zone,
With practice and persistence, their skills hone,
For higher hills and zeniths unknown.

Some will smile at strangers,
Some seem wary of known and unknown dangers.
Some wait for others to catch up,
Some like to only match up.

Some like to speed to the peak,
Don’t let distractions sneak.
Others carry bag,
Halt midway or even lag.

Same hill, 
Different still.
Same destination,
Journeys in variation.

Life, like a hill has so many ways,
Everyone to their own tune sways.
No one method is sublime.
People move to different rhythm and rhyme.

Ocean

The vast, expansive ocean again amazes me,
Every time I look, there’s a feeling of awe and glee.
The large and small waves come and go flawlessly,
Creator’s benevolence on our planet can be experienced peerlessly.

The sights and sounds are beyond soothing,
Just a few minutes in its presence removes all foreboding.
The surrounding cliffs of varied shapes and sizes are marvelous,
A testimony to the variety in nature’s canvass.

Oceanside birds, flowers shrubs and tree,
Of myriad color, contour and curve add to my reverie.
All flora and fauna exists in perfect harmony,
Enhancing the landscape’s beauty without ceremony.

The whales in the ocean continuously migrate,
Movement ensures survival, without stagnate.
Anticipation of their sighting gives us a cause to stare,
The regal creatures continue their sojourns, oblivious of fanfare.

Many seabirds announce their presence by hovering above,
The spellbinding sights are a treasure trove.
The unparalleled beauty in nature is apparent,
Recognizing our minusculity in this vastness is transparent.

Our Earth

There’s one earth to protect and preserve,
The riches it offers are pertinent to conserve.
Our world needs holistic actions that include all,
To solve environmental issues-big and small.

Our forests, oceans, rivers and lakes are in grave danger,
We cannot ignore this devastation and act like a stranger.
Our progress might look unassociated,
But, our paths on this life’s journey are related,

More connects us, then separates us.
Hope this common bond can save our earth and us.

Too long have we lived a life of me and mine,
Leading to an imaginary separating line,
Between nations, states, religions and all else we consider prime,
Forgetting that we are all earth dwellers-a fact,  supreme and sublime.

Saving our fragile earth needs local and global actions and inclusion,
Policies and practices that do not promote seclusion.

Future of our generations is at stake,
It is no longer a problem that tomorrow can care take.

Colors

From sky to the ground,
Colors in nature are all around.
Shifts in shades in humans are also profound,
Denote season and mood change with or without a sound.

Red in flowers, fruits and leaves is stark,
One of the many hues on the bark.
Red in humans denotes passion and rage,
Perhaps the sudden rush of blood is on stage.

Yellow is a color of the sun and moon,
Bringing us day and night-a blessing, a boon.
We look pale yellow when ill,
Blood flow being slower, seeming a standstill.

Life-giving abundant hue is green,
From grass and leaves to a lot in between.
Turning green with grudge,
Is a time waste, a total drudge.

Pink is a cousin of red,
Milder, softer, gentler but its own cred.
A disposition of pink of health,
Is more precious than a horde of wealth.

White in nature-clouds and snow,
Has its own place and glow.
Turning white in sorrow and grief,
Is also a life’s offering, but hopefully stays brief.

Black has had associations with darkness,
But the shade also stands for starkness.
It’s a color for the bold,
Beautifully complements many, but alone a sight to behold.

Black and white typically translate to dark and light,
But humans are neither all black nor white.
We have both hues,
That show up and collect their dues.

Nature’s Teachings

Early morning when I sit with my chai,
The bird outside seems to say hi!
I wonder if its asking me-how was your night?
Did you sleep well- cosy and tight?

Thank you dear birdie for your chirpy care,
These little gestures are precious fare.
Consistent thoughtful actions are a relationship glue,
A balm, a cool breeze that can drive away the blue(s).

Nature has so much to teach,
It does not lecture or preach,
Can seamlessly our heart reach,
And appeal uniquely to each.

The tall trees remain grounded,
Longevity dependent on deep roots and with what they are surrounded.
All can take shelter and rest,
Yet, no egos to claim superiority are on test.

The water in oceans and lakes is also in flow,
Unconcerned with creatures that come and go.
The principle is mutual harmony,
Not claims, strifes or acrimony.